​rodneyy - Scene Killas lyrics

I grab my pistol, let it hit you
And that bitch bad, it won't miss you
Walk in that bitch and I'm
Like what's the issue?
Slimey nigga, wipe your nose like some tissue
Big homie
I know some niggas that will bitch you
Real life, I don't even need to diss you
You just hit my homie
Bitch why would I kiss you? (Go away ghoul)

Smoke good gas, done fucked up my lungs
All these blue strips fucked up my thumbs
Make sure I'm getting paid before I come
So high, I ain't hear my phone rung
AMG Benz when I leave
Get back to the city, buy me a pound of weed
Bad bitch in the club, choosing me
After I'm donе, know I pass her to the team
Glock 26, camе with a beam
But that bitch was red
Had to replace it with green
I just took me a lil beam
But, I know I'm not a fiend
Thy stand and drop they jaw when young
Rodney gang step on the scene
White soda but I turn that bitch pink
Daytona, making plays on the beach
Bitch tripping, I got her on a leash
He tried to take my shit and now he deceased
I wear my 1s once, can't get a crease
Running up funds, have a money feast
Lil bro off the molly, turn him to a beast
I trade the G Wagon for the Jeep
I got a bitch backing up the g's
I got lil cubs backing up the p's, huh
We real deal
Fuck the law but I love the second amendment
That shit that you spend on your house
I spend on my pendant pull off in Bentley
My bitch want a bag, I bought her some Fendi
Huh

I got a hunnid shooters on the roof
Nigga went missing, disappear, kapoof
Smoking on wood when I'm in the booth
I drop a nigga rental on my shoes
She put my dick in her dental, use no tooth
My shooter don't show his
Face like Richie Souf scoring on the group
Them 762s turn his ass to soup

I grab my pistol, let it hit you
And that bitch bad, it won't miss you
Walk in that bitch and I'm
Like what's the issue?
Slimey nigga, wipe your nose like some tissue
Big homie
I know some niggas that will bitch you
Real life, I don't even need to diss you
You just hit my homie
Bitch why would I kiss you?

Smoke good gas, done fucked up my lungs
All these blue strips fucked up my thumbs
Make sure I'm getting paid before I come
So high, I ain't hear my phone rung
AMG Benz when I leave
Get back to the city, buy me a pound of weed
Bad bitch in the club, choosing me
After I'm done, know I pass her to the team
Glock 26, came with a beam
But that bitch was red
Had to replace it with green
I just took me a lil beam
But, I know I'm not a fiend
Thy stand and drop they jaw when young
Rodney gang step on the scene