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Javorius Scott
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(The Heroz)
Yeah, yeah
This that 23 shit
Go buy me a spot, got too many nines
Whenever I move, they watch, yeah
I retired my Glock, my new AR, that's a hundred shots
Grrah
I'm in the streets every day, where I'm at
Was on the block tryna flip me a pack
I ain't got time to take me a nap
Bitch if you flex, take one to the scalp (take one to the scalp)
No I ain't friendly, I don't want no dap
Phone steady ringing, my shit might be tapped (my shit might be tapped)
They set a record, bitch we on the map
Feds hit the spot, they just ran in the trap (they just ran in the trap)
Straight to the paper, I don't want no relations
She wanna fuck 'cause she know what I'm makin' (she know what I'm makin')
Blunts back to back what I'm constantly facing
Clutch in my whip and I know they won't take me (they won't take me)
Straight to the block, that's where I be racing
Bitches know I ain't got no time to be caking (no time to be caking)
They on my dick, damn, why they be hating? (Damn, why they be hating?)
They know they broke and I'm receiving payments, yeah
They hoping I fall, they want my spot but I won't stop
Need to buy me a spot, got too many knots whenever I move, they watch
Retire my Glock, my new AR, that's a hundred shots
They just freed Gwap, and where he at? he right back on the block (damn)
I'm finna hit the lot and when I leave I'ma drop my top
I call my lil' thot, she get on top, move like a robot
I got designer on my socks, check out my kicks, these ain't in stock
I got the streets hot, they askin' me when I'm gon' drop
I know a lot of killers, and we got a lot of pistols
I really know all you niggas, and no you is not official
We can't argue nigga, we don't like talkin' niggas
We like stalking niggas, just pull up, dropping niggas
I'm in the streets every day, where I'm at
Was on the block tryna flip me a pack
I ain't got time to take me a nap
Bitch if you flex, take one to the scalp (take one to the scalp)
No I ain't friendly, I don't want no dap
Phone steady ringing, my shit might be tapped (my shit might be tapped)
They set a record, bitch we on the map
Feds hit the spot, they just ran in the trap (they just ran in the trap)
Straight to the paper, I don't want no relations (I don't want no relations)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know what I'm makin' (she know what I'm makin')
Blunts back to back what I'm constantly facing
Clutch in my whip and I know they won't take me (I know they won't take me)
Straight to the block, that's where I be racing
Bitches know I ain't got no time to be caking (got no time to be caking)
They on my dick, damn, why they be hating? (Damn, why they be hating?)
They know they broke and I'm receiving payments, yeah
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