Shawn Scrilla - Ambitions As a Slimer (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas) Lyrics

I can't deny it
I really do what I'm rhyming
It's Big 4X, Giant
Make her do what I say, no Simon
Ticket or better, I'm signing
Shit won't change, we sliding
I drop the ticket tonight, they find em
I can't beef wit my opps cause them niggas be hiding
I ain't even worried bout nothing
I ride with a cutter when I'm with the snakes
Cut his hand off, what he gone take
Got a pistol but what you gone shake
Reach for my shit gone need a new face
I'm having racks, get them in by the case
Saving that hoe better go get a cape
Feds took my damn challenger so I gotta get a new wraith
Can't come around here it ain't safe
We spin yo block wit them drakes
Hop out and do it broad day, okay, them niggas erased
I get him whacked off with no problem
I got rank, I send a nigga to space
Free big glo he caught a case, I hate law tryna take his life away
I put them racks in a goddamn vault
She f*ck me, not you, your fault
Jump in that water lil nigga need help
I'm dripping and swimming like Michael Phelps
It ain't no cap in these raps, no tales
Try to run off that's an epic fail
Nah for real, ima tag bro in know he gone send em to hell
Nah for real
4X
You know what the f*ck going on
Scrilla
Yea we gone rock out ya show
Pull cock out on ya hoe and pull guap out on ya hoe on God
Plug call it's a pick up, we finna pick up some bales
Draw down it's a stick up, I make a free nigga thought I was 12
Yea I'm on the stage wit my blick, nigga play he get hit in his shit
1000 slimes I'll send a blitz, make a gangsta act like he innocent
Hold up, hold up he moving stand over him, jizzle gone finish him
Up to God where we sending him, if we slide we tryna get rid of him
QuickDraw, we ain't finna do no lip box
Hollow tips knocking his lip off, we got shit lit like kickoff
You the type of nigga sissy out
I ain't even playin, I'm sitting out
She throwing ass like Carson Wentz
Can't make me mad you was never my bitch
I am too slick, I don't trick but I can I'm a boss
She make demands and I'm cutting her off
I went to the mall today, don't know the cost
Big 19, Joe Thornton, my neck on frost
I was hitting licks for real I don't wanna hear nun bout a caper
I'm gettin too much paper, drop me a bag on the head of a hater
Ain't talking racks I'll speak to you later
Smoking on gas, annoying my neighbors
F*ck it I'm thuggin, beat the back door out til I see the papers
We give out smoke like favors, pounds on pounds we got acres
Stunna finna shock the world, no taser
Take off, I'll see ya later
We servin niggas like waiters, this shit easy like a layup
Call forensics they picking his face up
Quit caking lil nigga get ya cake up
Me and money ain't never gone break up
Slept on floors and still had a K tucked
Walkthrough 1 thou, nigga pay up
Bad bitch she don't really need make up
We ballin gotta pick the pace up, big racks, hoe pick ya face up
Nigga I'm fye, extinguish me
No wonder why these bitches cling to me
I spit good dope, I give em a taster
We might whoop on crowd like the Pacers
She suck that dick for a lace front
Make the wrong move and we shooting the place up
Touch Stunna he meeting his maker, send him up for the chance he takin
F*ck the laws I break em, he calling beef and we bake em