Big Scarr - Endzone lyrics

Double R 1818, bitch
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Y'all know we really run this shit
(WavyBoyProductions) Ayy, yup yup

'Member them days I was
Ridin' on the 10-speed
Now your boy up in the big league
I ain't been to Johnny, but wait
'til you see them new VVs
They ain't gon' want me on TV
Blinded by riches like Stevie, these niggas
Can't see me, they mimickin', wanna be me
Postin' the drip, now your
Bitch hollerin' out, "Come
And see me", gave her good dick
Then she pee-peed these niggas hoes
Catch 'em in traffic wit' this Drac'
And I bet I'll unload
Tryna get rich, that's the goal, but
These niggas testin' my gangsta
So I'ma expose 'em
No, he don't really want smoke
Said that he gangster
But seek for attention like hoes
Fuck his big dawg, he a ho, I jump
On that fuck shit, he telling me
Telling me no we get 'em in for the
Low, my clientele good
I ain't posted in front of the store
They done fucked up and freed Ghost
One step on his shoe
Then I'm dumpin' 'til you hit the floor
Fuck all the internet posts, a hundred
Something shots in this car
Now his ass gettin' ghost
We stashed the dope in the floor, the
Junkies, they run in and out
Steady swingin' the door
I hit the plug for a bowl
Finessed and made jugs on the
Low out a rental stolo
Wait 'til I ice up my throat
Get ice on my wrists
And put ice up on all of my hoes
They ain't gon' like when I pop
Out with trap money backends
I'll serve you a load at my show
The 30 is on me, I'll up it and
Blow it, and trust me, Lil Leak
He gon' come out to go
But, nah, I'm really just sayin'
Niggas out here pullin' humbles and
Think they the man
These niggas makin' these diss songs
Catch you in the endzone and blitz
Up on you and your mans
Make his bitch eat up the
Drip, thinking 'bout taxin' me
Make his ass eat up the clip
Plug hit me up on the flip, deposit it
Profitin' when I go make me a flip
Might have a meeting on the
Ship, I'm on the island
The pack just deployed on the blimp
I can't see none of these shrimps, big
Shark in the water 'round me
These lil' niggas can't swim
You see the "F" on the rims
I'm in the car doin' the dash
With a bitch named Kim
Drippin' sauce, might make a spill
Might leave a stain
But I'm still out here packin' the steel
My youngin, he fresh off a
Kill, fuck all that talkin'
He ready to do him a drill
Boy, you ain't nothing for real
All that tough talkin'
You had to been gone off a pill
You the same nigga that's cappin'
On bodies that know
God damn well you ain't got no kill
I'm the same nigga that post
Up with choppers and
Wait on you bitches to come do a drill
Bitch (Phew, phew, phew)

Stretch the pack, I throw it
Long like I'm Cunningham
Taxin' for P's in my trap
Like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in
Rubber bands, can't get 'em off
Reimburse 'em then
I made an oath to the trap, I
Won't work again, back in the trap
Flippin' work again