Fck Rap Lyrics – Lil Scoom89

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[Intro]
Grr, grr, come here (Judeh Productions)
You know how the fu*k we coming, we bouncing out on n!ggas
Yeah (Grr), we chasing s*it, that’s all we doing, we chase n!ggas
That’s all, yeah, don’t trip and fall ’cause Lil Jeff gon’, “Ooh, my bad” (Come here)

[Verse 1]
Uh, take off, I got wheel, if I get caught, then I ain’t gon’ never squeal (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bounce out on them drills, we tryna hop out, catch one, overkill (Come here, come here)
Been want me up in Cali to live like a rapper, but I’m too deep in the field (Too deep in the field)
We in a big-ass crib and I’m eating noodles, don’t care, this s*it get real (This s*it get real)
Just got purple, pour that up (Pour that up)
Call your brother, don’t give no fu*k (Don’t give no fu*k)
Switches and Dracs when we ride through the ‘Raq
Too fast, we in that ‘Rango truck (Grr)
Damn, what the fu*k?
His s*it left open, dumbass should’ve ducked (Duck)
The opps had rode right past and ain’t do s*it, my gun was right there tucked (It was right there tucked)
Bad hoes, big cribs, that’s how we living (That’s how I’m living)
Fu*k rap, don’t care about no deal, still in the trenches (Still in the trenches)
Bounce out, walk up with them switches (Come here)
B!tch, stop playing ‘fore you be missing
7.62, 5.56, two-threes is what that boy was kissing (Grr)
Ain’t gon’ go, can’t bring my pistol (Can’t bring my pistol)
Phew, phew, phew, blew like a whistle (Like a whistle)
Eat d!ck with no hands, mouth full of slob, lil’ b!tch, go get some tissues (Go get a tissue)
I’m in Cali fu*king with Signal (Signal)
Drop that bag, killers come get you (Come get you)
Gravediggers, real-deal pallbearers’ll have your mama miss you (Mama miss you)

[Bridge]
Come here, you know how we bouncing out
Come here, come here

[Verse 2]
Uh, take off, I got wheel, if I get caught, then I ain’t gon’ never squeal (Skrrt)
Bounce out on them drills, we tryna hop out, catch one, overkill (Come here, come here)

Been want me up in Cali to live like a rapper, but I’m too deep in the field (Too deep in the field)
We in a big-ass crib and I’m eating noodles, don’t care, this s*it get real (This s*it get real)
Just got purple, pour that up (Pour that up)
Call your brother, don’t give no fu*k (Don’t give no fu*k)
Switches and Dracs when we ride through the ‘Raq
Too fast, we in that ‘Rango truck (Grr)
Damn, what the fu*k?
His s*it left open, dumbass should’ve ducked (Dummy, duck)
The opps had rode right past and ain’t do s*it, my gun was right there tucked (Right there tucked)
Bad hoes, big cribs, that’s how we living (That’s how I’m living)
Fu*k rap, don’t care about no deal, still in the trenches (Still in the trenches)
Bounce out, walk up with them switches (Come here, come here)
B!tch, stop playing ‘fore you be missing (Grr)
7.62, 5.56, two-threes is what that boy was kissing (Grrah, grrah)
Ain’t gon’ go, can’t bring my pistol (Wanna bring my pistol)
Phew, phew, phew, blew like a whistle (Blew like a whistle)
Eat d!ck with no hands, mouth full of slob, lil’ b!tch, go get some tissues (Go get some tissues)
I’m in Cali fu*king with Signal (Uh, Signal)
Drop that bag, killers come get you (They’ll come at you)
Gravediggers, real-deal pallbearers’ll have your mama miss you (Come here, come here)