- Scorey Oh Oh 歌詞
- Scorey
- Oh-oh, oh-oh
It sound like, 'Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh' (It sound like, uh)
It sound like, 'Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh' (Uh, yeah)
Uh, uh (Ayo Larri, this shi fye)
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with em
Anytime you pop, Im with it
Show me how you rock, Ill witness
We gon throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack , Doc Rivers
It sang like, 'Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa'
One call away and Im gon blow-woah-oh like, 'Oh-oh-whoa-whoa- whoa-oh, whoa'
You never know when its time to go
Hop out a rented van, blowin like a fan, til that glizzy jam cause its hot
He think he got a chance, run him out his pants, dump until he land when he shot
I need a big advance for a lot of bands, if you want my fans in your spot
Whip it, I put my hands in the pot, instruments playin jazz with a Glock
It sound like, 'Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh' (Sound likе, sound like)
When them shots firеd, blowing 50 rounds til that opp died
Let that glizzy pound at the stop sign like, 'Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh' (Stop sign like, stop sign like)
Now its block-fried, like Billie Jean, she is not mine, let out plenty steam when I pop out
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with em
Anytime you pop , Im with it
Show me how you rock, Ill witness
We gon throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, 'Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa'
One call away and Im gon blow-woah-oh like, 'Oh-oh-whoa-whoa -whoa-oh, whoa'
You never know when its time to go
They know when niggas be tremblin, **** it, I might have Lil Twisy go finish em off
Hollow tips eat at his skin, when it hit em Im watching these bullets diminish him, uh
They tired of me, no Michelin, huh
Fired at me, shit boosted my adrenaline up
Im what they trying to be, dont be crying to me if its not for my benefit, uh
I aint had no one inspirin me, kept an eye on the green, now Im livin it up
I keep that iron on me, gotta ride with the heat , when Im up and Im blickin this song (Blickin this song, blickin this song)
When we hit him its tough
How many spinned? F.N. and glizzy enough
I aint showin no pity, just fell in love with slugs
Hair untied, I rock out with it
Gen5 Glock extended
Shells fly, pop out, hit him
Mans slide, hop out with em
Anytime you pop, Im with it
Show me how you rock, Ill witness
We gon throw that lob like Clippers
And we caught a slack, Doc Rivers
It sang like, 'Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa -oh, whoa'
One call away and Im gon blow-woah-oh like, 'Oh-oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh, whoa'
You never know when its time to go
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