Trrigggaa - Scars

I- I feel like trippie, the way I'm countin' guap
Catching bodies, I'ma Catch me a thot
She ain't want me, now she all on my guap
She ain't want me, now she all on my Glock
Left me scarred, now I'm all about guap
I- I got accuracy, don't even need dots
I'm still scarred, traumatised by love
Shawty left me, now I'm all about scars
Y'all are zombies, finna catch me alot
You ain't 'bout it, we all know that you soft
She all up on me and she talkin' too much
All up on me, so I'm pullin' the Glock
Yeah, alot, huh yea
I got the mop, yeah huh
Run up, get popped, yeah huh
When I drop, I never flop, yeah
I'm like wussup, yeah, I'm like wussup, yeah
I got the macs out, I got the macs out
Like roar, my choppa gon' roar
Turn on the engine, you know it gon' roar
I'm Smoking that gas and I feel like medusa
Hanging around with them killers and shooters
Do what I want, said I feel like I'm uzi
She giving me top in the back and she boujee
She ain't even bad and she acting choosy
I'm hella stoned, said I feel like medusa, yea
Hang with them killers, might shoot ya, yea
This is real life, nigga no movies, yea
If she saw me, she gon' lose it, yeah
If she saw me, she gon' lose it, yeah
He- hella stoned, said i feel like medusa
Yea, she fine but her boyfriend a loser
I don't want her If I'll feel like I'll lose her
I don't want her, I refuse her
In a rarry, I'm a cruiser
I don't care if I lose her
Oh she died?, I'm like so what
Oh she died, I'm like so what
I left shorty in the back of my head
I left shorty in the back of my head
I know I'm lit, yeah huh
I know I'm lit, yeah huh
Look at my fit, yeah huh
Look at my fit, yeah huh
I- I feel like trippie, the way I'm countin' guap
Catching bodies, I'ma Catch me a thot
She ain't want me, now she all on my guap
She ain't want me, now she all on my glock
Left me scarred, now I'm all about guap
I- I got accuracy, don't even need dots
I'm still scarred traumatised by love
Shawty left me, now I'm all about scars
Y'all are zombies, finna catch me a lot
You ain't 'bout it, we all know that you soft
She all up on me and she talkin' too much
All up on me, so I'm pullin' the Glock
Yeah, alot, huh yea
I got the mop, yeah huh
Run up, get popped, yeah huh
When I drop, I never flop, yeah

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Trrigggaa .

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