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Scarr Flow (Murder Skool Remix)
by LuckyBanz KingFinesse
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Plug send the bomb through the air like Brady
When I catch it, know the endzone my destination
Want to do some to 'em, why you hesitating
Turn that fuck nigga son into an orphan baby
I was born in the 90s, I'ma trap baby
Been slingin' fire, hit a nigga with a .380
Got the drop, say the ops in the A
Finna pull up, let it spray
Might fuck a round, and send the crowd to Grady
Plug send the bomb through the air like Brady
When I catch it, know the endzone my destination
Want to do some to 'em, why you hesitating
Turn that fuck nigga son into an orphan baby
I was born in the 90s, I'ma trap baby
Been slingin' fire, hit a nigga with a .380
Got the drop, say the ops in the A
Finna pull up, let it spray
Might fuck a round, and send the crowd to Grady
Real trap nigga, might pull up in a Honda
Just me and my partner, left the bowls in a sprinter
Remember we was ridin' in a hotbox, tryin' to see the hoe
Saw the folks, turned into a track fielder
Ain't never liked sports, didn't wanna play ball
Fuck the school, fuck the teacher
Nigga I'll be a dealer
After ninth grade, fell in love with that sack
Met me a plug, so my pockets got bigger
You was in class, learnin' 'bout shapes
I was movin' weight, gettin' fit on the block
Bae wanna know why my phone keep ringin'
Girl quit playin', my shit don't stop
Been pullin' skits, since I was a jit
Finura finesse my way to the top
Still keep numbers for all my niggas
Back to the trap if this rap shit flop
You was in class, learnin' 'bout shapes
I was movin' weight, gettin' fit on the block
Bae wanna know why my phone keep ringin'
Girl quit playin', my shit don't stop
Been pullin' skits, since I was a jit
Finura finesse my way to the top
Still keep numbers for all my niggas
Back to the trap if this rap shit flop
Plug send the bomb through the air like Brady
When I catch it, know the endzone my destination
Want to do some to 'em, why you hesitating
Turn that fuck nigga son into an orphan baby
I was born in the 90s, I'ma trap baby
Been slingin' fire, hit a nigga with a .380
Got the drop, say the ops in the A
Finna pull up, let it spray
Might fuck a round, and send the crowd to Grady
Plug send the bomb through the air like Brady
When I catch it, know the endzone my destination
Want to do some to 'em, why you hesitating
Turn that fuck nigga son into an orphan baby
I was born in the 90s, I'ma trap baby
Been slingin' fire, hit a nigga with a .380
Got the drop, say the ops in the A
Finna pull up, let it spray
Might fuck a round, and send the crowd to Grady
Plug send the bomb through the air like Brady
When I catch it, know the endzone my destination
Want to do some to 'em, why you hesitating
Turn that fuck nigga son into an orphan baby
I was born in the 90s, I'ma trap baby
Been slingin' fire, hit a nigga with a .380
Got the drop, say the ops in the A
Finna pull up, let it spray
Might fuck a round, and send the crowd to Grady
Real trap nigga, might pull up in a Honda
Just me and my partner, left the bowls in a sprinter
Remember we was ridin' in a hotbox, tryin' to see the hoe
Saw the folks, turned into a track fielder
Ain't never liked sports, didn't wanna play ball
Fuck the school, fuck the teacher
Nigga I'll be a dealer
After ninth grade, fell in love with that sack
Met me a plug, so my pockets got bigger
You was in class, learnin' 'bout shapes
I was movin' weight, gettin' fit on the block
Bae wanna know why my phone keep ringin'
Girl quit playin', my shit don't stop
Been pullin' skits, since I was a jit
Finura finesse my way to the top
Still keep numbers for all my niggas
Back to the trap if this rap shit flop
You was in class, learnin' 'bout shapes
I was movin' weight, gettin' fit on the block
Bae wanna know why my phone keep ringin'
Girl quit playin', my shit don't stop
Been pullin' skits, since I was a jit
Finura finesse my way to the top
Still keep numbers for all my niggas
Back to the trap if this rap shit flop
Plug send the bomb through the air like Brady
When I catch it, know the endzone my destination
Want to do some to 'em, why you hesitating
Turn that fuck nigga son into an orphan baby
I was born in the 90s, I'ma trap baby
Been slingin' fire, hit a nigga with a .380
Got the drop, say the ops in the A
Finna pull up, let it spray
Might fuck a round, and send the crowd to Grady
