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lil scoom89 - no trollin lyrics

[intro]
frr
bah, 7 block (d_mn, milioo, this sh_t fuego)
bah, bah, bah

[chorus]
we ain’t trollin’ with none of the opps, we catch us one, we spank ’em (brr)
they ain’t tryna come play ball ’cause they know bake ’em (they ass scared)
one opp died, roll him up, but this time, i’m gon’ face him (i’m gon’ face him)
they had tapped him on his head, dead, no need to chase him (head tap)
when we slide, we like to blitz, your shoes, you better lace them (uh, come here)
man, that would’ve been a head tap, but the bullet only grazed him (d_mn)
still died, f_ck that boy and whoever praised him (f_ck him)
all of us get reckless, we’ll d_mn near pop the ones who raised him

[verse]
if it’s up, then it’s up (if it’s up)
heard the opps been spinnin’, they ain’t out there, make a call, they fire it up (ayy, on that car)
opps be callin’ me, yellin’ at the phone, they mad as f_ck (why you so mad?)
if you my opp, please don’t call me off ig, that’s fed as f_ck (that sh_t fed)
goin’ live up on his block, he don’t even own a gun (don’t own a gun)
if they come through tossin’ shots, ain’t gon’ blow, i bet he run (brr)
n_ggas not even with the sh_t, but be around it, think it’s fun (goofy)
got these n_ggas tryna rap, i might as well call ’em my sons (son_son)
hop out switchy with a drum (brr)
arp, it leave sh_t done (frr)
he steady postin’ that lil’ n_gga, but had d_ck all on her tongue (d_ck on her tongue)
we got drac’, now it’s time to spin with twin, he king von (me and twin)
he don’t care if your sh_t fake, lil trench takin’ sh_t for fun (let him get that)
out here givin’ n_ggas h_ll
if we crash, we gotta bail (we gotta bail)
f_ck the state, they tryna build a case, free g shaq out the cell (free shaq)
he had texted my phone, “scoom, i’m movin’ on,” i said, “oh well” (oh well)
i feel like i’m teeski, all the b_tches wet, wisconsin dells (wisconsin dells)
i like bouncin’ out the back
real clapper, but i rap
where the pad? we tryna grab somethin’ fast, scat pack or a track’ (skrrt)
out of town thuggin’ with my rounds, then right back to the ‘raq
we call manjay “baby splat,” can’t say too much, just know he that (ayy, baby splat)
took a gun and ain’t get back, y’all took a chop, so where it’s at? (so where it’s at?)
darro city, what the f_ck is that? for bukks, i’m catchin’ hats (what the f_ck?)
long live trell, speakin’ on your name, we bounce out tossin’ sh_lls (long live trell)
smokin’ opps and diss ’em in a song, they hope i rot in h_ll (man, rot in h_ll)
[chorus]
we ain’t trollin’ with none of the opps, we catch us one, we spank ’em (brr)
they ain’t tryna come play ball ’cause they know bake ’em (they ass scared)
one opp died, roll him up, but this time, i’m gon’ face him (i’m gon’ face him)
they had tapped him on his head, dead, no need to chase him (no need to chase)
when we slide, we like to blitz, your shoes, you better lace them (blitz his ass)
man, that would’ve been a head tap, but the bullet only grazed him (d_mn)
still died, f_ck that boy and whoever praised him (f_ck him)
all of us get reckless, we’ll d_mn near pop the ones who raised him (come here)

- lil scoom89 lyrics

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