The Sparks Foundation - Scorpion d**h Drop lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Twelvyy] I'm breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills I'm breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills (La musica de Harry Fraud) [Verse 1: Project Pat] You can't let the left nor the right hand man do it Cause if they calculators move they may try to screw it In the street anything goes, not just these hoes Police stickin' dick in these snitches' booty holes Crack dealin', money flippin', out here chasin' me a million Stack my Fritos to the ceilin', tryna go old with my children Fearin' nothin' but God, ho a** n***a ain't got no heart Foreign ride, no key in, all I gotta do is push start Revolver start spinnin' like a croc, only k**in' Project keep the street, keep the street, real-real billy A hundred with this sh** n***a, understand me I'm walking bankroll you can rubber band me [Hook: A$AP Twelvyy] I'm breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills I'm off the top, I be wylin' for the thrill I'm breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills I'm wreckin' havoc, I ain't even gotta k** I'm breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills I'm off the top, whole crowd catch a chill I'm breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills I'm wreckin' havoc, I ain't even gotta k** [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] 100 with the sh**, n***a understand me I'm k**in' kids quicker than the f**in' plan B You might catch me somewhere loaded where it's hot and sandy Or I'm up in Summer Slam with my n***a randy Yeah I'm fresh 100 feet, they ain't f**in' with my street It ain't for everybody, give a sh** if n***as sleep f** it, bring the body bags Hit him with that Gotti swag Got no time to lolligag All that hate, he probably mad She playin' with that p**y, it's probably trash Might hit it then curve your a** Hold up, settle down, hit the urban pa**, I'm in it to win Hit sparks on the line like we did it again [Hook: A$AP Twelvyy] I'm breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills I'm off the top, whole crowd catch a chill I'm breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills I'm wreckin' havoc, I ain't even gotta k** [Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth] King of the streets, graduated from housin' Tendered 100s, I keep like 1000 Pull up in somethin' the trunk'll be poundin' Wet up the block leavin' everything drownin' Smell me, I'm talkin' like something is cookin' And if you don't, why the f** is you lookin'? I am the ace, guarantee you mistook it Gangster sh** look like it's somewhere you book it All I do is trap and cook white squares like it's a napkin Thirty (?) sh** can happen Show you bout money where you lackin' I'm bout this chilla like a theorist Still rep for the dirty like I'm Harry This sh** on lock, ain't sh** to carry Ain't worried bout n***as, n***as scary Might just switch it up like I was MJ in the Jackson 5 Dance across the work and show you how to keep the trap alive Pull up to her if, I had a team of soldiers like a (?) I ain't gon' be more rehearsin', I'ma play my gangster live [Hook: A$AP Twelvyy] I'm breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills I'm off the top, I be wylin' for the thrill I'm breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills I'm wreckin' havoc, I ain't even gotta k** I'm breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills I'm off the top, whole crowd catch a chill I'm breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills I'm wreckin' havoc, I ain't even gotta k**