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lil ruin & lil scoom89 - “out the window” كلمات أغنية

[intro: lil ruin]
(swaggyono, let’s go, bro!)
(ayy, jacc, this that pressure!)
yeah… i’m still wit’ all that, n_gga
uh_huh, what? (scoom sh_t!)
lil ruin, b_tch

[verse 1: lil ruin]
you can ask your shooter, he’ll tell you ruin known for catchin’ plays (boom!)
caught his goofy ass lackin’ at that light, we shot through both them lanes (skrrt)
just got paid off rap again, i’m stackin’ hundreds in them safes
i ain’t playin’ games with no one, if i up it, b_tch, you erased (gone!)
he said he got motion, b_tch, we flood the trap with bows and sticks
i done made so many racks, i sent my shorty out to fix
ain’t no keys inside this whip, b_tch, we press b_ttons just to dip (skrrt)
i’m in chi_raq with this fn, tryna stretch him out like bricks (boom, boom!)
say she love me—she just love my wrist and how that rollie hit (facts)
i don’t argue on no post, i send a blitz, then let it rip (let’s go!)
i’m still thuggin’ in my nikes, in the stu’ and with that clip
tryna beef with me? better go invest in yo’ mama crib (p_ssy)
tryna book me, b_tch, it’s ten just for a hook, not for the verse (ten!)
better duck when we reverse, we spin his sh_t just like a curse
know the feds be watchin’ close, so i ain’t ridin’ with no merch
but if they fl!ck, then i go ghost—i ain’t gettin’ put on no shirt (never!)
b_tch, we outside daily, warzone like it’s middle east
i’m the type to make a million, then still slide with heat (boom!)
lil bro got a 50, hit his block, left him slumped on his seat
and i’m still screamin’ “free my steppers!”—they got time and they ain’t speak
[verse 2: lil scoom89]
ayy, scoom gang, b_tch, we terrorize, ain’t no love inside this ride (none!)
me and my drac’ in traffic, creepin’ up like we don’t drive (skrrt!)
tried to flex that lil’ chain, now his dumbass on live gettin’ fried (boom, boom, boom!)
told her slide, she say i’m toxic—i just told that b_tch, “survive” (haha)
i’m with ruin and we loaded, out the window tryna shake somethin’
that boy was tweetin’ crazy, now he missin’—shouldn’t have faked nothin’ (goofy!)
bro just pulled up with that draco, hold that b_tch like it’s a bass drum (grrah!)
we don’t do attempts, b_tch, when we hit, that sh_t get taped up (tape it!)
walk down gang, f_ck all that dissin’, we pull up where yo’ face was
had to stop f_ckin’ with shorty, she was too into them fake thugs
got the city on my back, i keep a shooter in the back seat (boom!)
if the feds sn_tch one of us, we go mute—we don’t do rap beef (uh_uh)
shh, don’t speak on scoom unless you want that “r.i.p.”
we don’t type, we type triggers, catch you lackin’, rest in peace
yeah, i’m still with all that smoke, we cook sh_t like it’s zaza
he was tryna ride the wave, now he floatin’ with the dolphins (b_tch!)
ain’t no cappin’ in this verse—real shooters, not no talkin’
and we keep them glocks tucked tight like it’s fall and we joggin’ (boom, boom, boom!)

- lil ruin lil scoom89

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