"Sun Scars" lyrics

And some say money comes, money goes in the end
I don't know why you don't play
Pay it forward again
And I was told loves a game if you lose play again
I don't know why you don't play the rewards at the end

I cut a bitch off for that flaggin' no Cap Cut
Clutching a felony back of the mack truck
She swallowin' jits now that I got my sack up
White boy askin' me how did I nap up
So many dicks every Glock, yeah it's mad sus
I throw up the J not a T but I act up
I slid to dade in a fucked up yota'
I signed a lil' deal and came back in a black truck
Cole hit me, told me go get your bags packed
I'm on a first class flight on a time crunch
I'm in my bag like Cory no duffel
You at the Booby Trap just tryna catch a nut
Hats in my bag and I'm killin' fa dora
Beatin' the road I'm fuckin' the map up
Cats out the bag and we know who the rat
Don't we pussy go faster, ain't no need to wax none
We wasn't gay but we needed them rides so we lapped 'em
Know that I run shit, fuckin' the track up
They skip over bars like hurdles but that's tough
'Cause I know my people goin' back up
G-lock, lights' a whole lotta fat fucks
Tucc got me right now, I'm waitin' to flash sum'
I stole my first pole you were clutchin' your dad gun
You were clutchin' yo daddy gun
I put a hole in a Cracka like Dandee
Show me a hunnid' like Pompano Randy
The reaper a Big Blood, Billy and Mandy
I heard it's beef and it taste like candy
Burnt ends on the block that they banned me
Dreidel man, I'm the last one left
Dreidel gang man I miss my family
Long live Jew, Cracka long live Jeff
Won't do no cappin' I don't a rock no neff

'Cause I pray to be in love
'Cause I pray

These crackas lame while you look up to Paul Blart
We are not the same bitch I look up to Paul hart
My heart beatin' like the road, no Carhartt
He went from tuna packs to eating tartar
I can't relate, bitch, you got a heart heart
I'm finna send a lil kite like Hallmark
I'ma go shoot me a bitch like Dogfart
How the fuck I put a hole in a dodge dart
You work with them pigs you the mole go to Hogwarts
Eight balls swing the stick straight chalk mark
Long live Jeff bout you burn a cop car
I'm whippin' the yota' like this shit a stock car
I was just handin' my tape out at rock bar
He jumped off the porch and he drowned in the wockhardt
They sippin' on tour I'm surrounded by popstars
I'm finna fill up the pool and opps yard
My new bitch top me to tears and it's top tier
Old bitch suck me to sleep it was sub par
Slide through the crib twice stop and you rot here
Florida boy burnt to a crisp I got sun scars
Two minutes straight how I hop out and Bombard
Back stabbers gettin' shot in they in lumbar
You droppin' the low and I know that it's dumb far
Florida citrus when I nut on your bitch face
I'm from the crib bitch come grab a cumquat
Pistol whip jit with the clip now he dick face
Pussy ass cracker keep flexin' his mug shot
Oh shit, man, tighten up, man, Wader-der
Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, ay

'Cause I pray to be in love
'Cause I pray to be in love