SCRAPE II lyrics

[Verse 1: XATASHI]
Got the glizzy by my side, shut the f*ck up you a b*tch
When i pull the f*cking trigger, all my bullets finna hit
I can't f*ck with no thot, i can't f*ck with no b*tch
When i shoot my f*cking pistol, bullets coming for your lip
Cause f*ck you b*tch go drink my p*ss
I don't give a f*ck about you and i'm coming for your sh*t
I'm coming for your neck, and i'm coming for the throne
b*tch i'm taking your sh*t, and i'm taking your hoe
f*ck all the b*tch sh*t, boy you a biscuit
f*ck on your b*tch and i'm quick as a swift kick
Suck on a di*k you a stupid ass c*nt
Bury you under, under the mud

[Verse 2: LXXIV]
And it’s, off top I’m smoking a wood then ashing it
Popping at the children who swear to god they a savage and
Causing damage ripping up all of the vital organs
Cut some iron to his grill calling me George Forman
Horrid, the motherf*ckin site I’ve been apart of
I be in the field like some weed that boutta sprout up
I can’t f*ckin hear you so you better speak louder
Come and catch a fade my f*ckin fists is packing power
Busting then we uppercuttin we ain’t good with them assumptions
Vagabond strolling through the streets take a life for nothing
Postmortem pics of the body got a gangster shook
Cause you ain’t got what it take to be a f*ckin crook