Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SoIcyBoyz 3, artist - Big ScarrDate of issue: 24.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SoIcyBoyz 3 |
| Section 8 'partments, I’m valid on payment |
| Servin' that cottage like back in the '80s |
| We got the gas you can’t get at the station |
| I just hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy |
| We got more drugs than the |
| at |
| Porsche on a Porsche, so I’ma send at your |
| Woke up today, I community gated |
| Looked in the mirror like, «Nigga, you made it» |
| Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated |
| From robbin' and takin' and enter and breakin' |
| I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80 |
| Smokin' just make my eyes lower like Asians |
| I’m all in Miami, strapped up like a Haitian |
| People, they shakin', they feel the vibration |
| Bullets gon' hit, feel a burnin' sensation |
| Flippin' that turf, have your money and race it |
| These junkies my patients, they walk in and paint shit |
| I had the coco, had to tell 'em, «Be patient» |
| In my duplex with the bricks in the basement |
| Real street nigga, never wrote no statement |
| They tell 'em to come out, they hold us to come out |
| Ball like I’m Jordan, yeah, I stuck my tongue out |
| Niggas got no cars, they stickin' they thumb out |
| Keep it a hunnid, I’m bringin' the drum out |
| I put my gun out, let’s see how they tell out |
| Might just be bookin', they won’t put the blunt out |
| They say it’s a drug, make it rain when the sun out |
| All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a rollout |
| My word is the law, no cap in my bars |
| Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scar |
| Might want a .30, but lobster walk |
| 1017, we ball to ball |
| I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won’t move again |
| Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should’ve come right in |
| Tolerate, no disrespect, I’m Beyblade how I get to spinnin' |
| Dump him in that water, he ain’t swimmin', boy, that nigga missin' |
| We don’t blank on missions, now he missin' |
| Swimmin' with the fishes |
| Wockhardt got me pissin', diamonds glisten |
| Strapped up with that glizzy |
| All my clothes be fitted, jeans got denim |
| These not Jew religion |
| If I take your soul, I’m not real picky, Reaper my religion |
| Can’t show the internet how I be livin' |
| Sticks steamer, ride through the city |
| Stay out the way and get paid, niggas all in they feelings |
| On the internet, talkin' like bitches |
| Money come in different ways, I’m a jugger |
| Got Dracs and them bows while I’m breakin' a bitch |
| Yellow gold on my wrist lookin' like piss |
| If I go broke, then I’m takin' a risk |
| How you be slammin', but your buddy got hit? |
| Yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed |
| Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore I drop me a hit |
| I’m not like these rappers, I’m not finna diss |
| They havin' cake, make your bitch make a wish |
| I keep throwin' up, niggas keep havin' fits |
| Ten thousand ain’t nothin, blow this shit on a fit |
| Remember they doubted me, now look, I’m rich |
| Still in the hood, posted up with the bricks |
| I still will mask up, put that fire on them bitches |
| Niggas be put up when I’m in the city |
| I’m tired of beefin' with niggas who snitches |
| Niggas don’t want smoke, they just want attention |
| Double like Davy, we standin' on bitches |
| We really 'bout action, these niggas pretendin' |
| Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas, low Joe, choppas grab your venom |
| I’m still with them killers, I’m with |
| , you know who shoot the |
| Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt like the porn God of |
| I’m overdue, so Wock' trill |
| , 'bout two Percocets |
| I talk shit like I’m five hundred pounds, I’m strapped with like three hundred |
| rounds |
| And I still’ll take your bowl from you, know who quick to slime some shit down |
| Got thirty thousand on his top, now they on his ass like he Flavor Flav' |
| I got a cup, no, you can’t come around, poured an 8 on this zombie town |
| And it cost to move, 'cause when I had |
| on |
| Make sure you sure to a clip when you roll on |
| Police keep takin' my guns, I can’t run out |
| Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out |
| Got |
| , turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the condo |
| We go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown |
| I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won’t move again |
| Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should’ve come right in |
| Tolerate, no disrespect, I’m Beyblade how I get to spinnin' |
| Dump him in that water, he ain’t swimmin', boy, that nigga missin' |