(Proof is in the progress)
Play with Scoom, it's goin' south
All that bad shit that you said, I'ma put it right back in your mouth
Lil Mark know that he my slime, know that my twin, it ain't no doubt
I got mad and tapped that button, and two shells hit him in his scalp
That's the choir at your funeral
(That's the choir at your funeral)
Bitch, that's the choir at your funeral
Know that boy had a closed casket, this ten knocked out his fuckin' noodles
I've been chillin' with your bitch, we fuck all night and we watch Hulu
If you ever get caught out shakin' that ass, boy, we'll do you
She gon' listen, boy, you know I control a bitch like I know voodoo
She can't help herself, the minute I dicked her down, that bitch went cuckoo
Niggas droppin' songs and they can't even rap, boy, that shit doo-doo
Know I'ma do whatever it takes to keep your heart, ain't tryna lose you
Niggas catfish on the 'net, like April 1st, boy, they'll fool you
Niggas actin' like they pits, but whole time, these niggas poodles
I'll bounce out with this Drac' and let it sing like just the choir
Smokin' oppers back to back, his ass dead, pass me a lighter
If a nigga play with Slick, send him to God, I ain't no fighter
I'll bounce out with this Drac' and let it sing just like the choir
'Fore I lay me down to sleep
Yeah, I cross my heart and load my heat
Okay, that chopper make him meet the reaper
I pray to God mama don't think I'm evil
All these diamonds got me icy
From time to time, I fuck his bitch, that's the only reason he don't like me
On first night, she let me fuck and slut her out 'cause I'm Almighty
Big bro tell me if I keep postin' all these guns, they gon' indict me
All my niggas grab, this Glock came with a drum just like the choir
You can catch me on your block in all black, that's my attire
Police niggas steady askin' me all these questions, he got a wire
If my brother need my help, you know I'm ridin' just like a tire
I put thirty in my mouth just for my teeth to shine brighter
My bitch hate me 'cause she always catch me cheatin' and I'm a liar
10 a.m., I'm high as hell, by 12 p.m., I'm gettin' higher
The first nigga mention Scoom, I bet I put his ass on fire
Yeah, I'm know I'm havin' motion, but I been turnt since a lil' minor
If that bag up on his head, we wrap his ass just like a cypher
His ass need it, yeah, I ruin him, hollow tips, his ass can't fight 'em
We'll take a nigga life, then dump his ass where you can't find him
'Fore I lay me down to sleep
Yeah, I cross my heart and load my heat
Okay, that chopper make him meet the reaper
I pray to God mama don't think I'm evil
