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Restless Video (MV)




Performed By: Shoo & Socc
Length: 2:13
Written by: Cameron George, Jake Bradbury




Shoo & Socc - Restless Lyrics




Pull up inside of the stu, with nothin' to prove
She cut me off but forgot 'bout the roots
Rippa remain, why do you think that I got my own strain?
Bitch, it's cuz, I let the glock pop, and cops stop breathing
I flee the scene with no ticket for speeding
Taking the guap cuz my fingers so greedy
Taking a tab to the dome like a biblical scripture I'm reading
Wanna find out my real meaning?
Can't keep on facing the blunt full of keisha
She say I'm dumb, well lil' bitch I say see ya
Once I flick ash I see demons surround me like shadow clones
I pour my heart in the styrofoam, can't even tell what the f*ck I be on

Pull up inside of the stu, with nothing to prove
Move out the way because Shoo's coming through
Man he f*cked up the beat put that hoe in a hearse
Sent it rolling off straight to the river now I'm feeling like I might just f*cking burst
In the middle of the night, take flight, take a bite outta your heart, spit it out, stomp on it
I don't want your petty games
I don't want that petty fame
All I got is a silly name
Shoo? Who the f*ck is Shoo?
Are his laces tight or loose?
Bitch my laces tight around my throat when I step in the building, aye
Only difference from you and I is I keep my count tallied on side of my glock not my pussy

(My name is Bella Thorne and I have dyslexia, aye)
(I can't read, what are the words?)
I am not the only one
I'm not the only one that swerves the whip for fun, hit the lick for fun, make a brick for Fun
And yo ass get stunned
With the stun gun
Run motherf*cker run, run
Run motherf*cker run, run
When I'm wildin' out
I don't need the clout
Money flowin' in
Like a water spout
Timepiece got the rhinestones
Bookmark on the rhymezone
Old girl tryna snapchat but she live in a whole different time zone
Old girl I think she bipolar
Always bitching on me cause I drove sober
But I drive fast when I skrt past
I'll keep doing this shit long as I last
(Socc, socc, socc, socc!)
(God damn, Yung Socc, get her on the phone, hit my phone, please!)
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Pull up inside of the stu, with nothin' to prove
She cut me off but forgot 'bout the roots
Rippa remain, why do you think that I got my own strain?
Bitch, it's cuz, I let the glock pop, and cops stop breathing
I flee the scene with no ticket for speeding
Taking the guap cuz my fingers so greedy
Taking a tab to the dome like a biblical scripture I'm reading
Wanna find out my real meaning?
Can't keep on facing the blunt full of keisha
She say I'm dumb, well lil' bitch I say see ya
Once I flick ash I see demons surround me like shadow clones
I pour my heart in the styrofoam, can't even tell what the f*ck I be on

Pull up inside of the stu, with nothing to prove
Move out the way because Shoo's coming through
Man he f*cked up the beat put that hoe in a hearse
Sent it rolling off straight to the river now I'm feeling like I might just f*cking burst
In the middle of the night, take flight, take a bite outta your heart, spit it out, stomp on it
I don't want your petty games
I don't want that petty fame
All I got is a silly name
Shoo? Who the f*ck is Shoo?
Are his laces tight or loose?
Bitch my laces tight around my throat when I step in the building, aye
Only difference from you and I is I keep my count tallied on side of my glock not my pussy

(My name is Bella Thorne and I have dyslexia, aye)
(I can't read, what are the words?)
I am not the only one
I'm not the only one that swerves the whip for fun, hit the lick for fun, make a brick for Fun
And yo ass get stunned
With the stun gun
Run motherf*cker run, run
Run motherf*cker run, run
When I'm wildin' out
I don't need the clout
Money flowin' in
Like a water spout
Timepiece got the rhinestones
Bookmark on the rhymezone
Old girl tryna snapchat but she live in a whole different time zone
Old girl I think she bipolar
Always bitching on me cause I drove sober
But I drive fast when I skrt past
I'll keep doing this shit long as I last
(Socc, socc, socc, socc!)
(God damn, Yung Socc, get her on the phone, hit my phone, please!)
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Writer: Cameron George, Jake Bradbury
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