| Big Scoob! |
| That’s my nigga rippin it up,
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| Put the hood up on my shoulders man I’m lifin it up,
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| Tip in my cup, still a nigga givin a fuck,
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| You can get touched, pussy nigga spillin them guts,
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| Man they wanna see the boss don,
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| I be stompin on the hardest streets they walk on,
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| Old nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it’s still strong,
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| You can test it nigga watch me get my vill on, yeah!
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| I ain’t changed nigga hungry for bread, left me for dead,
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| duckin dodgin shakin the feds,
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| What they missed nigga so I’m back searchin for mine, fresh off the grind,
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| Still gutta sick with these rhymes, flippin these lines,
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| you can see the truth in my eyes,
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| Never no lies, leven vill screamin with pride,
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| Till the day that they rest me, hog stylin gutta livin villain that’s me
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| (Tell em who you talkin bout)
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| The way I, drink heavy when I party n shit,
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| the way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry n shit,
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| The way I, make it switch it from red to dookie brown,
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| spot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay em down,
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| On the roads and be no lost cause and wait around,
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| Show them hoes there’ll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound,
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| The way I refrain, from hangin with simps and never
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| fuckin with shrimp that ain’t deveined,
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| The way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder (FLASH!),
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| Caught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader,
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| Why I’m half martyr, The reason I take showers cuz
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| I don’t like sittin in ma ass water,
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| My reason for red chucks and red laces, my reason for
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| fuckin up and never catchin fair cases,
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| The way I go so hard on the liquor, vill livin is a given and create it because of my nigga
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| (Scoob!!)
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| Mayne I’m back and I’m hungry, big homie from the show me niggas know me,
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| Only villain take a yic and then I cloning,
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| Real talk I can give it how you want it,
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| I can put you niggas on that 5−6, villain niggas movin the crowd,
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| and I’m tryna make Strange,
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| Put some hog in they style, dogg and I’m wild, vans left the bark on the ground,
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| Stompin him out, pussy nigga runnin his mouth, but for now imma changed man,
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| OG so I’m stickin to the game plan, takin papers makin moves like a grown man,
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| Vill steppin in the seven first up for the field plan,
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| And you can get it if you want it with me, definitely,
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| I can give you more than you need,
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| Gutta livin and I’m screamin the V, wherever I be,
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| that’s how you niggas know that it’s me |