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scary - ac640 & sparkheem lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, terk, sparkheem)

[chorus]
got thirty shots in my clip so i walk like i’m curry
he was holding too much and i bagged his ass and that n*gga was buried
i get up close but when i have to shoot from the three, i know i’ma shoot this b*tch like larry
i ain’t forcing no n*gga to get in that car, put a dog in his hand, he was shaking, i know that he scary
i’m really the man in my trenches, you be walking to the store, you be fronting for the b*tches
you think this a regular glock ’cause it don’t got a box, play with flat*back switches
i’ma bring the food to the table, all you gotta do is wash all the dishes
you know d*mn well you can’t see through the tints
i know that’s his car, i could tell by the dents
you know d*mn well you a b*tch, why you shoot through the fence?

[verse]
they call mе bo jackson the way that i run through the blitz
i’m really on point, i bе stopping them cars, i could tell by the way that he fish
where the f*ck is your sk!lls?
i really be driving and shooting on drills
i knew i was gon’ catch [?] when i caught my first k!ll
i knew i was gon’ touch me a hundred ‘fore i signed my first deal
[?] will crack any n*gga who be speaking on [?]
and n*gga, i’m a hardbody n*gga, i was made out of steel
and next time i drop me a tape, it’s gon’ be for a mil’
it’s 2025, how the f*ck you ain’t catch you a k!ll?
i don’t tote in the dip, it’s gon’ be in my hoodie
don’t send me no diss, just come where i’m at, we could boogie
i’ma shake this k on your block, n*gga, ’cause you’re sweet as a cookie
[chorus]
got thirty shots in my clip so i walk like i’m curry
he was holding too much and i bagged his ass and that n*gga was buried
i get up close but when i have to shoot from the three, i know i’ma shoot this b*tch like larry
i ain’t forcing no n*gga to get in that car, put a dog in his hand, he was shaking, i know that he scary
i’m really the man in my trenches, you be walking to the store, you be fronting for the b*tches
you think this a regular glock ’cause it don’t got a box, play with flat*back switches
i’ma bring the food to the table, all you gotta do is wash all the dishes
you know d*mn well you can’t see through the tints
i know that’s his car, i could tell by the dents
you know d*mn well you a b*tch, why you shoot through the fence?

- ac640 sparkheem lyrics

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