Testo Skcretch Sum - 42 Dugg feat. EST Gee
Testo della canzone Skcretch Sum (42 Dugg feat. EST Gee), tratta dall'album Last Ones Left
Yeah, yeah
FOREVEROLLING
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stretch somethin'
Lately, I been dreaming putting this heater on the next one
Lil' bro want me sign him, I can't sign him 'til he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is, then I stepped up
Fuck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one
We gon' send him back holding his hat with decompressed lungs
God helped me relax, I throw two back, help my depression
These niggas ain't steppers, they too sleepy, and they messy eaters
Ecstasy, eyes bleedin', tryna watch the meaning
Niggas wan' be rappers badly, okay cool, let's book a feature
He kept hollering, screaming, "Help me, Jesus," when that choppa squeezing (Oh, Lord)
People need to learn how to take heed to signs
'Cause I might not get you, til' I do, then all your people dying
I was quiet, puttin' it on the line, everyday for mine
Niggas bitches, all on IG lyin', know that they ain't sliding
You ain't ever run or walk nothing down, it's just something that rhyme
Ask about me way before I signed, eye patch with a nine
With a button on the back, you slide, I'll slide or die
We 'bout up and arm, don't rock no fire if you ain't down to ride
Stretch somethin'
Lately, I been dreaming putting this heater on the next one
Lil' bro want me sign him, I can't sign him 'til he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is, then I stepped up
Fuck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one
I probably got a three piece, two attempts with Ric, and one with Skeet
Well, he had ducked, and I had bust, I think he died, but fuck it, I tried
I'm not no bitch, I fuck with Val, Von on shit, I'ma know that cal
All your hitters finally came from power, yeah, wow
Know I'm down, ski's drown, got these broke boys, bands down
Shred or go, check that store, room for two, they have a O
Niggas be hoes, who the zone?, I was getting active, you was at home
Nigga, I know you, and I show you, ain't been hoed, nigga, I ho you
Free my brodie, never had a codie, bitch got an AP, mama got a Rollie
And it's bust, bitch, free us, no more selling top, just tuh
Send it to a public drop, on fucks, still got thirteen in my buffs
Lost my main man, so what?, What about y'all? What about dawg? Bitch
Stretch somethin'
Lately, I been dreaming putting this heater on the next one
Lil' bro want me sign him, I can't sign him 'til he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is, then I stepped up
Fuck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one
Stretch somethin'
Riding with two heaters in my Demon tryna stretch somethin'
Sonny got away, but it's okay, I'ma get the rest of 'em
They know they got death coming
I still tweak for Neff, dummy (Dummy, bitch)
Credits
Writer(s): George Stone, David Morse, Dion Marquise Hayes, Foreverolling
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