Guns N’ Roses Lyrics – Scrim

Read the full Guns N’ Roses lyrics by Scrim along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Scrim’s music, you can also explore Father, Hold Me and Eastern Block Psalm, two other songs by Scrim.

[Intro]
Lonely boy
You did good,
It’s a Smash
Ayy

[Chorus]
Hop out the 4×4, get a opp folded, yeah
My b!tch love rockstar s*it, guns n’ roses, yeah, woah
I’m on my top dog s*it, fanged up, gold mouth, yeah
Drügs on pop-star s*it, they all sold out, yeah
Sipping on drop, my momma can’t look, she say I got dead eyes
Uh, I let ’em talk ’cause these motherfu*kers more dead than they realize
Uh, tell by my face, ain’t worried ’bout s*it, that rubber get peeled out
Popping them pills for years so there ain’t much I feel now, yeah

[Verse]
Hop out Balenci’
Hop out in Vetements
Step out the rick, step out the elements, yeah
Popping on tranqs, I’m high as an elephant, yeah
Spinning in York, high off the ketamine, yeah
Hang out the roof, top off the casket, yeah
out the coupe, fu*k her in traffic, yeah
Hop off the Porsche, swanging that ratchet, yeah
Hop in the Wraith, block out the static, uh, yeah
Chrome out the face, chrome out the blick, yeah
out the hoe, fu*k out the fit, uh
Sip out the four, numb out the fix, yeah
Fired the port, took all the risks

[Bridge]
Look at my face, ain’t worried ’bout nothing
Hop out the four-by—, yeah
Hop out the 4×4
Look at my face, ain’t worried ’bout nothing

[Chorus]
Hop out the 4×4, get a opp folded, yeah
My b!tch love rockstar s*it, guns n’ roses, yeah, woah
I’m on my top dog s*it, fanged up, gold mouth, yeah
Drügs on pop-star s*it, they all sold out, yeah
Sipping on drop, my momma can’t look, she say I got dead eyes
Uh, I let ’em talk ’cause these motherfu*kers more dead than they realize
Uh, tell by my face, ain’t worried ’bout s*it, that rubber get peeled out
Popping them pills for years so there ain’t much I feel now