[Intro] (Everything major) (Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
[Chorus: Quezz Ruthless & Big Scarr] Uh, yeah, I'm in LA smoking woods of exotic opps Flew with the Glock on the plane, don't get molly whopped Killers with me, no, we don't need a bodyguard Mm-mm, nope, no, I poured an eight of the Wock' in exotic pop Designer don, wear Forces with Gucci socks He was hating on the low, fucked around, got that nigga dropped Uh, fucked around, got that nigga dropped Shots at his head, ain't no need for to call the doc Dissing the gang, that's the shit got your partner shot Got the drops from a bitch, should've knew not to trust a thot Damn, oh you should've knew that This type of shit that'll get a ho blew back Call me Scarr I just might beat a ho blue-black Hellcat, it's fast, this bitch come with some run flags
[Verse: Quezz Ruthless & Big Scarr] Uh, yeah, snatch your pole off your hip, no, you can't get your gun back [?] the gang, fuck around, get your soul snatched Youngins, they ready to step like a doormat Woah, boy, you should've knew that I heard he got shot and he ain't get to shoot back Prepare for the bitch, we ready for comeback Freaky lil' bitch eat me up like a fruit snack Uh, yeah, capping on what, boy, you know you ain't do that Scarr hang out the scat with the Dracs shooting who next? [?] like who that Uh, yeah, like who this? Spin a opp block, put that on my to-do list Still'll mask up and go slide, I don't do hits These niggas rap capping, my gang really do this Uh, woah, these niggas boys, you know that we grew to this Your bitch in my phone and she sending me nudity AR spit flames, bitch came with a cooling kit Stop claiming the body, you know you ain't do the shit Used to be broke, now I'm stupid rich Got on my shit, ain't got time for the foolishness
[Chorus: Quezz Ruthless & Big Scarr] Uh, yeah, I'm in LA smoking woods of exotic opps Flew with the Glock on the plane, don't get molly whopped Killers with me, no, we don't need a bodyguard Mm-mm, nope, nah, I poured an eight of the Wock' in exotic pop Designer don, wear Forces with Gucci socks He was hating on the low, fucked around, got that nigga dropped Uh, fucked around, got that nigga dropped Shots at his head, ain't no need for to call the doc Dissing the gang, that's the shit got your partner shot Got the drops from a bitch, should've knew not to trust a thot Damn, oh you should've knew that This type of shit that'll get a ho blew back Call me Scarr I just might beat a ho blue-black Hellcat, it's fast, this bitch come with some run flagsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
