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Dee Billz x Kyle Richh - Scatter (WhoRunItNYC Performance)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Billz
Dee Billz
Vocals
Kyle Richh
Kyle Richh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Viera
Kevin Viera
Composer
Dylan Robertson
Dylan Robertson
Songwriter
Olatunde Fasheun
Olatunde Fasheun
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LeTurtle
LeTurtle
Producer
Clark "Richard" Babbitt
Clark "Richard" Babbitt
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Word to my mother, Turtle) Fuck Word to my mother, these niggas is butt (Word to bro) Any nigga that ran into us ran out of luck (Word to bro) KR, enough is enough, bitch Throw a shot and watch everyone scatter Bro, bro threw ten shots after Flick first, we don't play for the lackers (Lackers) I got a stick, it extend like a ladder Belly shot, he got hit in his bladder (Bladder) When we slide on the scene, disaster (It's DB) Tried to up that beam, but I'm faster, bitch (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) DB, he don't got time for the traffic (On bro) Niggas gettin' the belt and jack it (Nigga jack it) It's a .40 cal up in the jacket (.40 cal) D's on my body, I stash it Got me angry, I'm not tryna pass it (I'm not tryna pass it) We do the drillin' with passion (Word to bro) Got the thirty with us, KR dragged it (Thirty shots, nigga) It's only gon' take like six (Like six) Grrah, immediate flick on that— (On that—) Trey 5 send six right up on the Blixks (Trey 5) Glo Stunna, he with me itchin' for a hit (Baow, baow, baow) Grrah, he tryna up that status (Up that status) Grrah, he tryna up that rake (Up that rake) Dead niggas punch like Tate (Niggas punch like Tate) Do bad, my opps, they shootin' blanks (Niggas do-bads, nigga) New opp pack and it stink (New opp) We left that boy on the floor like a plank (New opp) We left that boy in a critical state (New opp) I got a shooter in every state (Word to bro) Call up Jay, gonna finish the mission (Like, damn) And the opps, they tight 'cause we bitch 'em (Word to— word to—) 4s up 'cause we really the biggest (Word to bro) Throw a shot and watch everyone scatter Bro, bro threw ten shots after Flick first, we don't play for the lackers (Lackers) I got a stick, it extend like a ladder (Like, what?) Belly shot, he got hit in his bladder (Bladder) When we slide on the scene, disaster (Like, what?) Tried to up that beam, but I'm faster, bitch (Bitch, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Writer(s): Dylan Robertson, Kevin Viera, Olatunde Fasheun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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