"Scarred 4L" lyrics
(Ayy, 6ix)
Oh (Ayy, Ju)
See, I ain't been in the booth in a minute, right?
A few months or so
I been fucked up
Nigga been goin' through shit
Mental illness, you know?
But I'm back now, bitch, haha
Yeah, I'm back now, uh-huh
Can't hold a real nigga down, you dig?
Long live 30, long live Loc, free the gang
Uh, I don't really like to brag, though
Who I said I wasn't no millionaire? I spent that on my last ho
Yeah, and they done made me mad, though
Young nigga, I'm from that Yo, they label me an asshole
The industry tryna ban me
I ain't even call that bitch a bitch and she still tried to jam me
Yeah, yeah, now I'm way out in Miami
I nutted in a nigga bitch, I had to get a Plan B
Yeah, yeah, I'm out way out in Miami
Niggas talkin' 'bout Booby, hold up, let me get my Lam' key
Bitch, I know the real Sosa, no Sammy
Her dress Givenchy, she rock that bitch with no panties
Ooh, Young Jefe, he a boss
Middle fingers to the sky, fuck all of y'all
What trenches is you from? Boy, you ain't hard
We be passin' that ho around, but she ain't ours
Word to my mother, these bitches stars
They be fuckin' on me and my brother, I swear to God
Bitch, we copped them foreigns off the lot
I pulled up in that G-Wagen, she rode over my heart
Girl, I'm scarred for life, my heart is ripped
So I hope you apologize for all the shit you did
And the way I turnt you up, that shit got bitches on my dick
By 2025, I'm tryna have another kid
By the time I was twenty-five, I already sold a hundred bricks
Oops, I didn't say that, I forgot that bitch a snitch
And according to them blog sites, I'm just a lunatic
But ain't nobody know that we just got us a new crib
Baby, wear your bib
'Cause you just made a mess that you ain't never gon' forget
Ayy, baby, wear your bib
'Cause you just made a mess that you ain't never gon' forget
Fly shit only, we ain't never ever landin'
I'm toxic, baby, like to fuck a bitch standin'
Oh, now my real bitch can't stand me
I hope my real bitch ain't fuckin' with no random
I just hit a J, but I'm still pourin'
Hundred K today, I got real motion
They tried to call the cops, but I'm still totin'
This a big yacht, that's a real ocean
And I got real soldiers, no, don't say I told you
Fuck you gonna go? Bitch, we all over
Check my passport, I ain't no local joker
You tried to slime me out, but I'm the king cobra
Oh (Ayy, Ju)
See, I ain't been in the booth in a minute, right?
A few months or so
I been fucked up
Nigga been goin' through shit
Mental illness, you know?
But I'm back now, bitch, haha
Yeah, I'm back now, uh-huh
Can't hold a real nigga down, you dig?
Long live 30, long live Loc, free the gang
Uh, I don't really like to brag, though
Who I said I wasn't no millionaire? I spent that on my last ho
Yeah, and they done made me mad, though
Young nigga, I'm from that Yo, they label me an asshole
The industry tryna ban me
I ain't even call that bitch a bitch and she still tried to jam me
Yeah, yeah, now I'm way out in Miami
I nutted in a nigga bitch, I had to get a Plan B
Yeah, yeah, I'm out way out in Miami
Niggas talkin' 'bout Booby, hold up, let me get my Lam' key
Bitch, I know the real Sosa, no Sammy
Her dress Givenchy, she rock that bitch with no panties
Ooh, Young Jefe, he a boss
Middle fingers to the sky, fuck all of y'all
What trenches is you from? Boy, you ain't hard
We be passin' that ho around, but she ain't ours
Word to my mother, these bitches stars
They be fuckin' on me and my brother, I swear to God
Bitch, we copped them foreigns off the lot
I pulled up in that G-Wagen, she rode over my heart
Girl, I'm scarred for life, my heart is ripped
So I hope you apologize for all the shit you did
And the way I turnt you up, that shit got bitches on my dick
By 2025, I'm tryna have another kid
By the time I was twenty-five, I already sold a hundred bricks
Oops, I didn't say that, I forgot that bitch a snitch
And according to them blog sites, I'm just a lunatic
But ain't nobody know that we just got us a new crib
Baby, wear your bib
'Cause you just made a mess that you ain't never gon' forget
Ayy, baby, wear your bib
'Cause you just made a mess that you ain't never gon' forget
Fly shit only, we ain't never ever landin'
I'm toxic, baby, like to fuck a bitch standin'
Oh, now my real bitch can't stand me
I hope my real bitch ain't fuckin' with no random
I just hit a J, but I'm still pourin'
Hundred K today, I got real motion
They tried to call the cops, but I'm still totin'
This a big yacht, that's a real ocean
And I got real soldiers, no, don't say I told you
Fuck you gonna go? Bitch, we all over
Check my passport, I ain't no local joker
You tried to slime me out, but I'm the king cobra
