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Scratch (feat. Cezar Wok)
by Yung Paolo
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Yeah I know I'm wrong but the bullets hit em' right
Goin' to the top and get my bag like a took a flight
I ain't really strong but I bet I'm gonna lift em' up
I can get em' boxed I ain't talkin' bout' an uppercut
Is you finna up or sum'
We really came from nun' (huh)
Only me and Paolo we the only ones
I'm blowin' all these hundreds in the club I ain't got no one
Is they really one of us
I'm confused
Mix the purple in my juice
Police shooting at the youth
I'm on my block like a cube
And I ain't lettin' up (huh)
XD's in my bag but I ain't textin' nun
These bitches settin up
Walk up on me now that boy he runnin'
Bodies on bodies I'm boutta' dump it
All y'all pussies I'm a dog I'm boutta' fight like how I'm barking
Keep on speeding in that foreign I ain't really boutta' park it (nah)
And we trappin' and them hoes be in apartments
Just know if it's beef we get it started
Slidin' in that Aston Martin
We spinnin' till the morning
I'm with Paolo in that foreign
Get some sleep these oppas yawnin'
Fuck what they talkin' bout'
I make sure that I'm good
Fucked on all these bitches they ain't ever made my mood
They made me realize they made me conclude
I should leave em' all behind and slurp my juice
I got EX one, EX two
Made me pay their food
EX four then three
Streets over hickeys
My town goin' crazy when I drop I'm feelin' gifted
And I'm eatin' good cuz I got money I be gifty
I say what I want and I do what I want
Cuz I'm rich now bitch out the fucking trauma (yeah)
Breaking my wrist off the flood like aqua
And I don't give a fuck cuz I don't got no karma (yeah)
Hittin' these streets in a drop-top benz
I can't trust no other bitch if she don't got a Carti lense (yeah)
And I can't love a hoe cuz I got common sense
That's why I'm makin' bands
That's why I'm droppin' bandz
Ten Racks, five Stacks
Spittin' facts, can't go back
I take a perc then I take a nap
Boy I can't go back
Yeah I know I'm wrong but the bullets hit em' right
Goin' to the top and get my bag like a took a flight
I ain't really strong but I bet I'm gonna lift em' up
I can get em' boxed I ain't talkin' bout' an uppercut
Is you finna up or sum'
We really came from nun' (huh)
Only me and Paolo we the only ones
I'm blowin' all these hundreds in the club I ain't got no one
Is they really one of us
I'm confused
Mix the purple in my juice
Police shooting at the youth
I'm on my block like a cube
And I ain't lettin' up (huh)
XD's in my bag but I ain't textin' nun
These bitches settin up
Walk up on me now that boy he runnin'
Bodies on bodies I'm boutta' dump it
All y'all pussies I'm a dog I'm boutta' fight like how I'm barking
Keep on speeding in that foreign I ain't really boutta' park it (nah)
And we trappin' and them hoes be in apartments
Just know if it's beef we get it started
Slidin' in that Aston Martin
We spinnin' till the morning
I'm with Paolo in that foreign
Get some sleep these oppas yawnin'
Fuck what they talkin' bout'
I make sure that I'm good
Fucked on all these bitches they ain't ever made my mood
They made me realize they made me conclude
I should leave em' all behind and slurp my juice
I got EX one, EX two
Made me pay their food
EX four then three
Streets over hickeys
My town goin' crazy when I drop I'm feelin' gifted
And I'm eatin' good cuz I got money I be gifty
I say what I want and I do what I want
Cuz I'm rich now bitch out the fucking trauma (yeah)
Breaking my wrist off the flood like aqua
And I don't give a fuck cuz I don't got no karma (yeah)
Hittin' these streets in a drop-top benz
I can't trust no other bitch if she don't got a Carti lense (yeah)
And I can't love a hoe cuz I got common sense
That's why I'm makin' bands
That's why I'm droppin' bandz
Ten Racks, five Stacks
Spittin' facts, can't go back
I take a perc then I take a nap
Boy I can't go back
