Screwly G - Fuck Rap
[Intro]
Ay pass me that Glock right there
Uh-uh not the regular one, the one right there with the button on it (yuh)
(uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
(huh) These niggas mad I rap
Ridin' with a AP now
With a hundred some shots n' this bitch got a shoulder strap
Nah I ain't never been friendly
I don't fuck with these niggas tell them niggas they can keep that dap
Niggas be dissing in songs, they know that its on
Don't tell when a nigga get clapped (uh)
[Chorus]
All out the window grrah
Nigga we sendin' shit up to Casper
But nigga I ain't signin' no deal fuck rap
I'm still in the field with the gang gettin' active
Spinnin' the hobby for bullets on bodies
These nigga think I'm a regular rapper
I heard a opp nigga died who was dissin' on me
Rolled him up now I'm filled with laughter
[Verse 2]
If we can't find that lo' or get that call then fuck it we jus' gon' hunt
I can't bring my blick inside this bitch then fuck it i ain't gonna come
Last nigga ran so fast when we got on his ass
I thought we was chasing Gump
Don't get caught at the store when you know that it's smoke
Leave a nigga right by the pump (grrah)
Pull up and creep I ain't making no tweets
Bail out with Drac, walk up and dump
Blow out his mind check Channel 9
Watchin the news they said he was slump
These niggas know that its me who doin them drills
They can tell imma go on the run
I done lost count of them drills
How many of them niggas hit? I don't know its a ton
Bro want them dead that's nun
Kill them today then walk back til' its done
Fucked up in the head started killin' for fun
Took a break from the rap got my money and guns
We hit the blocks send shots they run
Pay me up front i ain't doing no fronts
Need more than thirty pop up with a drum
Opps outside tell 'em boys here we come
[Chorus]
All out the window grrah
Think I'm lyin' nigga jus' go ask em'
I know a nigga who died with his fire
And I know a nigga who went out blasting
You the type nigga who see your opps
Try to act blind and ride right past 'em
I'm the type nigga who see my opps, park the car jump out bag em'
[Verse 3]
I like Glocks with the buttons on the back grrah make em' shoot faster
Catch a nigga comin' out church when we gettin' off first
Leave a nigga right by the pastor
Sit at the trap with a load, try to tax on them bowls
Have fonem' gon' pull up and jack em'
They tried to spin on my bro, like he ain't gonna blow
Caught em' and fonem' clapped him
Hell yeah I heard what happened
Blew that pfft when he got caught lacking
Hit in his shit just for doing that bappin
Brr bow, made him crash in traffic
This ain't a Glock this a Drac in my jacket
Still will suit up, think i won't cause I'm rappin'?
We create packs another opp in the casket
Ay pass me that Glock right there
Uh-uh not the regular one, the one right there with the button on it (yuh)
(uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
(huh) These niggas mad I rap
Ridin' with a AP now
With a hundred some shots n' this bitch got a shoulder strap
Nah I ain't never been friendly
I don't fuck with these niggas tell them niggas they can keep that dap
Niggas be dissing in songs, they know that its on
Don't tell when a nigga get clapped (uh)
[Chorus]
All out the window grrah
Nigga we sendin' shit up to Casper
But nigga I ain't signin' no deal fuck rap
I'm still in the field with the gang gettin' active
Spinnin' the hobby for bullets on bodies
These nigga think I'm a regular rapper
I heard a opp nigga died who was dissin' on me
Rolled him up now I'm filled with laughter
[Verse 2]
If we can't find that lo' or get that call then fuck it we jus' gon' hunt
I can't bring my blick inside this bitch then fuck it i ain't gonna come
Last nigga ran so fast when we got on his ass
I thought we was chasing Gump
Don't get caught at the store when you know that it's smoke
Leave a nigga right by the pump (grrah)
Pull up and creep I ain't making no tweets
Bail out with Drac, walk up and dump
Blow out his mind check Channel 9
Watchin the news they said he was slump
These niggas know that its me who doin them drills
They can tell imma go on the run
I done lost count of them drills
How many of them niggas hit? I don't know its a ton
Bro want them dead that's nun
Kill them today then walk back til' its done
Fucked up in the head started killin' for fun
Took a break from the rap got my money and guns
We hit the blocks send shots they run
Pay me up front i ain't doing no fronts
Need more than thirty pop up with a drum
Opps outside tell 'em boys here we come
[Chorus]
All out the window grrah
Think I'm lyin' nigga jus' go ask em'
I know a nigga who died with his fire
And I know a nigga who went out blasting
You the type nigga who see your opps
Try to act blind and ride right past 'em
I'm the type nigga who see my opps, park the car jump out bag em'
[Verse 3]
I like Glocks with the buttons on the back grrah make em' shoot faster
Catch a nigga comin' out church when we gettin' off first
Leave a nigga right by the pastor
Sit at the trap with a load, try to tax on them bowls
Have fonem' gon' pull up and jack em'
They tried to spin on my bro, like he ain't gonna blow
Caught em' and fonem' clapped him
Hell yeah I heard what happened
Blew that pfft when he got caught lacking
Hit in his shit just for doing that bappin
Brr bow, made him crash in traffic
This ain't a Glock this a Drac in my jacket
Still will suit up, think i won't cause I'm rappin'?
We create packs another opp in the casket
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