MVKO - Scar lyrics

{MVKO} About my sh*t dont call my bluff I'm never one to play a fool Choppa gets to rippin bodys hit the floor like drowning pool I'm ridin and I'm dying for the gang that's the golden rule Spark another blunt middle fingers up when I dropped out of school b*tch I am the goat I know you see my horns hoe Swing the hatchet thru your neck put you under my porch hoe Lethal killa with the ratchet call me Jason Bourne hoe The blunts I smoke are so fat need to light it with a torch hoe All about my paper I'll chase a check until my final breath You can never kill me I survived a blade into my neck It's almost likе I'm liftin weights you know I got the hardest flеx Try not to break your back when I suplex you off the upper deck Stone cold with the stunna You a pussy undercover Pullin up we got a runna Better duck for cover Pull the 40 out the glove I make it sing i call it usher My shots always hit call me lillard cuz I'll beat the buzzer Pull up to yo mamas house she su*k my dick I fed her supper HHM is on the come up there will never be another You can call me Rambo I'm about to send a thousand rounds Your whole lifes a joke and I ain't got time for any clowns {MYRAMAINES} Bad b*tches this your favorite song fu*k that, this sh*t is babylon Awe sh*t, take your jaw off in the mosh pit Gassin up my foes like caustic Auschwitz, im that line you never should have crossed b*tch Heater leave leakin like some faucetts You know i tote them big thangs Let em sang Got your b*tch wrapped round my finger Thats a mood ring Lou kang Kick her out and pass her to my bros They do the same thang Hhm the gang and Thatll never change All i speak it threats Im the rookie and the vet Get respect in any set I Mix my blood up in the tech Talkin sh*t will get you checked We move in silence watch your stepin Leathal weapon, smith and Wesson 30 rounds up at your house if we feel like blessin Mvko is the goat But you know myra the reaper Looking for my golden snitch Feeling like a fu*king seeker Call my chop a broomstick Because you know that sh*t a cleaner Steady with that drip Rippin lines of cociena b*tch step to me propper Play with me Turn ya copper Bust down on da oppas Druggin out I caught a stalka With your b*tch Flippin thru that karma sutra Didn't mean to do it to ya Hit my line b*tch You a loosa Bruise her throat and lose her number hoe