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[Intro: Lil Scoom89]
Grr, come here

[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Boy, we kill shit for real (We kill shit)
High-speed with the states, bird in the air, don't care 'cause Shaq got wheel (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Nah, I don't do liquor, only smoke weed, sip lean and do pills (I'm doin' drugs)
This bitch talkin' 'bout love and I'm off the drugs, that love shit, I can't feel (I'm not in love, come here)

[Verse 1: Lil Scoom89]
Can't believe I signed a deal (I signed a deal)
Still be in the trenches, out there spinnin', but blood want me to chill (Want me to chill)
Big house on the hills, bag on my head, thick bitch tryna get me killed (Grr)
Niggas act so weird, how thе fuck you gangster, but throw up on the drill? (He throwin' up)
Lovе spinnin', mama tryna pray off demons, found out I'm in love with killin' (I'm in love with killin')
Lil' boys, don't play, sit down 'cause we lay belt, someone better get they children (Grrah)
Pops got in his ways, ain't tried to claim him 'cause I was out there with it (I was out there with it)
Fuck rap, bitch, we—, come on (Fuck rap)
Fuck rap, bitch, we out, let's get it (Let's get it, let's get it)
Opps outside, come on, we bendin' (We bendin')
My bitch think I'm a ho, stop trippin' (Stop trippin')
Switch too fast, this bitch start glitchin' (Grr)
Who that? Come here, bail out, we blickin' (Come here, come here)
Young and bad, I never had went to class, I was in and out of detention (I was in and out)
When you lay that belt, they gon' clique up, shit weird, but pay attention (Grr, come here, come here)
(Y'all know how the fuck we comin')
[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Boy, we kill shit for real (We kill shit)
High-speed with the states, bird in the air, don't care 'cause Shaq got wheel (Skrrt)
Nah, I don't do liquor, only smoke weed, sip lean and do pills (Sip lean, pills)
This bitch talkin' 'bout love and I'm off the drugs, that love shit, I can't feel (Ain't gettin' in the feels)

[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
(Brr) I'm too deep in the field
High-speed chase, I trick the jakes (You know), I'm too raw with the wheel
If he play, he get killed, they say I'm too hot, need to chill
I shoot 'til it stop on a drill (Brr, brr)
In Bali, the Glock with me still (You know that)
I might need to stop sniffin' pills (You know that, I can't)
Them labels been offerin' deals
Smack Breado and his bitch with the steel
This Rollie I took I didn't steal (Uh-uh)
I might spin the block where you live
He got hit and he crashed in his crib (Damn, damn)
(He got hit and he crashed in his crib)

[Verse 3: Ybcdul]
And Benji got caught on the 9, we tapped the car and he crashed the wheel (Bah-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
And I'm on the plane with fifty 'bows and they all vacuumed sealed
Brr, that's an instant kill (Brr) and BD swing the yop with skill
I ain't tryna sign no fuckin' deal and Von still tryna get his appeal (Tryna get his appeal)
Sid got cooked in his house, Qua got cooked comin' out
Any block in between Christian and Walton, we takin' any route (Every fuckin' route)
We let the beef die down, they thought it was a drought
Now niggas dyin' back-to-back, that's what they get, dyin' for chasin' some clout
[Outro: Ybcdul]
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespectful (It's Mr. Disrespectful, I don't give a fuck who you is)
I don't give a fuck who you is, nigga, I will disrespect you (It's Mr. Disrespectful)
All these fuckin' dead niggas
This is Mr. Disrespectful
Tryna catch ten more for an indictment crew
It's Mr. Disrespectful
It's Mr. Disrespectful
Alright, come on, I'ma 'bout to do my second