Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scrimmage, artist - Quin Nfn. Date of issue: 15.12.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scrimmage |
| How them niggas say Lil Quin was duckin'? |
| That shit make-believe |
| This XD, it fit in my hand, huh, you’re partner a fan, huh |
| Got no words for the opps, we grab this chop and start sayin' somethin' |
| Push up, clap your mans, won’t see him stand when ambulance come (Yeah) |
| Shooter like Ray Allen, see your partner, that’s a And1 |
| We gon' blow the witness, uh, my dawg still on a sentence, yeah (Bitch) |
| Get up close with no mask, motherfuck a social distance, yeah (Bah-bah-bah-bah) |
| Don’t do no attempts, shoot off the rip, we known to finish, yeah (Blrrt, blrrt) |
| I be doing my thing inside the gang, they known to scrimmage, yeah (I'm ballin') |
| Hit too many niggas hoes, my shit passed double digits, yeah (It is) |
| They be throwin' salt, tryna put slugs all on my image, yeah (Bitch) |
| And I don’t want the hoe unless her noggin comin' with it, yeah (Noggin) |
| He had a bad day, I sent lil' bro now he uplifted, yeah (He did) |
| All I got bad intentions, flip the block without no skillet, yeah (We flip it) |
| Baby Glock hold thirty shots the clip blacker than brisket, yeah (Bah-bah-bah) |
| All these racks, it look like tennis, Elvis on my pendant, yeah (It is) |
| And lil' bro pop them Roxy, out his body he was trippin', yeah (Uh, trippin', |
| trippin') |
| I was reminiscin' 'bout when me and bro was with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| We just spent a- (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Hey, straight down the rocks and bitches gon' be bitches (Yeah, yeah) |
| Every time I tell him something- (Grrah, yeah, yeah) |
| Don’t want to talk it ain’t about guap, I’m strickly about business (Yeah, guap) |
| Don’t talk to that lil' thot, I’m in her mouth just like a dentist |
| I can’t switch up on my clique but all my Glocks be having switches (Glock, |
| bah-bah) |
| Pouring Wok just lick a chemist (Wok), I spent thirty on my tennis (Bah) |
| I be flexin' hardest platinum artist, CJ independent (Independent) |
| I put fifty on my carbon, all my clips, they get extended (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) |
| Back in school I was selling bars, I caught a charge, you got suspended |
| Nigga ain’t never pulled my card, when it comes to war, nigga, we spinning, ayy |
| Before I let a nigga play me, judge gon give me a life sentence (I swear) |
| Slanging a K, but we quick to pull up on opps, go to throwing bullets like |
| Emmet (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) |
| Chop got two titties like women (Titties), I can’t loose I like winning (Love) |
| These niggas sweet just like lemon (They sweet), I got P’s I got plenty (I got |
| plenty) |
| I got P’s just like Diddy (I swear), I got keys to my city (Keys) |
| I don’t like features but I like money, do I like to meet niggas? |
| Not really (Nah) |
| We love danger, lil' bro’ll, 'boutta put a weak nigga in the belly |
| I don’t talk to strangers, I don’t like to play and I’ma send a nigga ass to |
| the (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| No matter where I’m at a chopstick with me like I’m made in China |
| I got a bitch that work a Neiman’s, I get deals on my designer |
| I walk around with all this paper, I might need to buy a binder |
| It ain’t no pressure about no nigga, we lay shit out like recliner |
| I stay on point like Jason Kenny, keep a Glock like Carl Tanner |
| And I ain’t weighing up no chicken, but I got nuggets by the pound |
| My momma knew I was a gangster when they did a ultrasound |
| And they gon' think this fight was rigged the way I’m blowing all these rounds |
| If they ain’t paying up and they supposed to pay then I’m on they ass like Doja |
| We was just fucked up sleeping on the floor trying to put together our dough |
| We swing hammers like Judge Judy |
| I got a few spots like Scooby |
| We got big guap like Gucci |
| I got drumsticks like Ruby |
| Bitch we ain’t have no pot to cook our grits, so where you think we peed |
| I feel like Jordan 1996 this shit don’t make no scene |
| I really wasn’t a fan of taking shit, but we was taking risks |
| We chopping cooking pork we turn his bacon into bacon grease |
| As long as I’m alive my pockets gon be filled with dead boys |
| I walk around with big old bags but I am not a bell boy |
| Can’t go nowhere without my fire like I’m Lil 2z Hellboy |
| 'Cause when it’s mister nasty time this Draco Uncle Elroy |
| While I’m smoking OG cooking nuggets big as Chips Ahoy |
| Might hit the trap and box and 'cause I can beat the pack like Floyd |
| I’m in and then I’m out of there you might not hear from me no more |
| I call this bitch up once a week she clean this dick up like a chore |
| We tote duces like Chris Breezy |
| And my Drac' blacker than Weezy |
| Bitch got a ass tat say fee |
| I got a big gut like P |
| I got a problem I can’t stop it |
| I like money I keep feinding |
| I keep nachos in my pocket cause them shits is always cheesy |
| It’s too cold so I can’t move without my heat like |
| All my guns got big old buckles on them like I’m pootie tang |
| I get a rest from all this shot when I shoot dope up in my vanes |
| And my bro still be serving chickens nigga shoulda worked that cane |