"Free MTV Scoom" lyrics
(Alright, I see you, Will)
Ain't gotta really say too much 'cause niggas know how this shit get
When I pop out up in traffic, might got Drac' or double switches (Brrt, brrt)
But it really do not matter 'cause every gun got a vic'
I bounced out skatin' Rick Owens, blowin' the gun with just one hand
The glizzy hit him, he got to shakin', you can't run from a switch
But you gotta add two more cuz I'm with Scoom and Q50 (Bitch)
Watch his body hit the floor, lil' cause still blowin', he ain't missin'
Damn, I really miss the Drac', ain't had no fun in a minute
Free my brother (You know that), miss my rappy, he gon' be home in a minute
For Z Money, we got back, ain't take too long, bitch, I'm relentless
Snatch a hat, shoot out of town, I catch three more, that's double digits (You know that)
All the opps, they ass be broke, it ain't hard to tell who winnin' (What the fuck?)
How the fuck you run Woodlawn? I had you runnin' through them trenches
Then call my phone showin' your pole, ain't had that rod when you was fishin'
But you not the only one, I turn grown men into bitches
He seen my face, tried to hit that door, but hit that floor, I do no missin'
Ain't gotta really say too much 'cause niggas know how this shit get
When I pop out up in traffic, might got Drac' or double switches (Brrt, brrt)
But it really do not matter 'cause every gun got a vic' (You know that)
I bounced out skatin' Rick Owens, blowin' the gun with just one hand
The glizzy hit him, he got to shakin', you can't run from a switch (No)
But you gotta add two more cuz I'm with Scoom and Q50 (Bitch)
Watch his body hit the floor, lil' cause still blowin', he ain't missin'
Damn, I really miss the Drac', ain't had no fun in a minute
I don't play, bitch, I get wild, if you don't know, just ask the trenches (You know that)
I got some new wannabe opps, they must know this shit get deadly
Sixty shots stick out the chop, he got hit once and he was finished
I'm disrespectful as a bitch, fuck his mama and his family
Fifty shots came with a glitch, ain't no runnin' or no hidin'
Bitch, we overstand on business (You know that), I still be blowin' when I hear sirens (Brrt)
Niggas died, a lot got shot, we lost Z Money, started wildin'
We lost Z Money, started- you know that, go
Ain't gotta really say too much 'cause niggas know how this shit get
When I pop out up in traffic, might got Drac' or double switches (Brrt, brrt)
But it really do not matter 'cause every gun got a vic'
I bounced out skatin' Rick Owens, blowin' the gun with just one hand
The glizzy hit him, he got to shakin', you can't run from a switch
But you gotta add two more cuz I'm with Scoom and Q50 (Bitch)
Watch his body hit the floor, lil' cause still blowin', he ain't missin'
Damn, I really miss the Drac', ain't had no fun in a minute
Free my brother (You know that), miss my rappy, he gon' be home in a minute
For Z Money, we got back, ain't take too long, bitch, I'm relentless
Snatch a hat, shoot out of town, I catch three more, that's double digits (You know that)
All the opps, they ass be broke, it ain't hard to tell who winnin' (What the fuck?)
How the fuck you run Woodlawn? I had you runnin' through them trenches
Then call my phone showin' your pole, ain't had that rod when you was fishin'
But you not the only one, I turn grown men into bitches
He seen my face, tried to hit that door, but hit that floor, I do no missin'
Ain't gotta really say too much 'cause niggas know how this shit get
When I pop out up in traffic, might got Drac' or double switches (Brrt, brrt)
But it really do not matter 'cause every gun got a vic' (You know that)
I bounced out skatin' Rick Owens, blowin' the gun with just one hand
The glizzy hit him, he got to shakin', you can't run from a switch (No)
But you gotta add two more cuz I'm with Scoom and Q50 (Bitch)
Watch his body hit the floor, lil' cause still blowin', he ain't missin'
Damn, I really miss the Drac', ain't had no fun in a minute
I don't play, bitch, I get wild, if you don't know, just ask the trenches (You know that)
I got some new wannabe opps, they must know this shit get deadly
Sixty shots stick out the chop, he got hit once and he was finished
I'm disrespectful as a bitch, fuck his mama and his family
Fifty shots came with a glitch, ain't no runnin' or no hidin'
Bitch, we overstand on business (You know that), I still be blowin' when I hear sirens (Brrt)
Niggas died, a lot got shot, we lost Z Money, started wildin'
We lost Z Money, started- you know that, go
Writer(s): Jeffery Harris, William Price
