Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scars, artist - LIL BERETE. Date of issue: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scars |
| Try to get up out the hood |
| Ain’t none changed I’m still a project baby |
| Can’t switch for cheese |
| I know we different cause my momma raised me |
| Slagging nines and banging sticks |
| To deep in the streets don’t try to save me |
| If I close my eyes and turn my back |
| I bet these niggas snack me |
| Come around the hood |
| Bunch of thuggas strapped up like the navy’s |
| I was showing |
| Had to cut some friends cause they moving shady |
| Ran off on the plug |
| Did him dirty he got counterfeited |
| Better not run your mouth |
| And point a finger like your partner did it |
| Been through the worst and dark nights |
| But no I’m counting digits |
| She hold her purse |
| I got my strap in case a nigga want it |
| Fuck my ex she keep calling me |
| Like baby sorry |
| Tell me how I turned a target |
| Just cause I’m an artist |
| These hundreds all up in my pockets |
| I don’t need a wallet |
| And I don’t make no problems |
| But my niggas always solve it |
| To be honest you aint finna finish |
| What you fuckin started |
| I gave her anything she want |
| But I ain’t finna promise |
| She get freaky she get strippy |
| Cause I’m worth a couple racks |
| Couple diamonds on my chest |
| I might just leave with her like that yeah yeah |
| And she get freaky in the back yeah |
| I change the sheets and move on to the next yeah |
| And she came here with a friend yeah |
| We turn up like the weekend every night yeah |
| Paranoia got me geeking |
| Put my team on it |
| She said that she was gon ride |
| I put some wheels on it |
| Know some niggas that would kill and |
| Do a bid for me (yeah) |
| But I rather put some tints on me |
| Pull up back to back |
| I got some shooter that got my back |
| And my niggas in the cell and I hope |
| He make it back |
| I just woke up in the hood |
| Can’t waste no time gotta get that strap |
| Know my oops they want me whacked |
| But I ain’t going out like that |
| And my brodie did a couple years |
| But he finally made it back |
| Took my brother like the other day |
| And We finally got them whacked |
| In these streets they got us struggling |
| I had to walk down with my pack |
| Got a youngin and I love him |
| Tried to tell him don’t sell no crack |
| Got some niggas whipping |
| Shocking making traps do jumping jacks |
| Finesse the plug |
| He tried to tell me where my money at? |
| Don’t worry about it nigga cause I’m where that money at |
| Your bitch she all up on me and I guess I’m flirting back |
| She get freaky she get strippy |
| Cause I’m worth a couple racks |
| Couple diamonds in my chest |
| I might just leave with her like that yeah yeah |
| And she get freaky in the back yeah |
| I change the sheets and move on to the next yeah |
| And she came here with a friend yeah |
| We turn up like the weekend every night yeah yeah |