Big Scarr ft. Gucci Mane, Foogiano, Pooh Shiesty, Tay Keith - SoIcyBoyz 3 Lyrics

(Tay Keith, this too hard)
Ayy, ayy, brrt

Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment (sold out of main)
Servin' narcotics like back in the eighties (back in the eighties)
We got the gas you can't get at the station (no)
A J hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy (no, a J hit the dope)
We got more drugs than the nurses at Grady (nurses at Grady)
Worst come to worst I'ma sell Nancy Reagan (sell Nancy Reagan)
Woke up today, I community gated (community gated)
Looked in the mirror like, "Nigga, you made it" (nigga we made it)
Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated
From robbin' and takin' and enter and breakin' (they giving it up)
I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80 (jump)
Smokin' Jamaican, eyes low as an Asian
I'm all in Miami, strapped up like a Haitian (all strapped)
Peep that they fakin', I they feel the vibration (shakin' 'em up)
Bullets gon' hit, feel a burnin' sensation
Flippin' that turf, have you runnin' and racin'
These junkies my patients, they walkin' and pacin' (what up? What up?)
I had to cook up, had to tell 'em, "Be patient" (cookin' it up)
In my duplex with the bricks in the basement (bricks in the basement)
Real street nigga, never wrote no statement
They tell 'em to come out, we hardest to come out (hardest to come out)
Ball like I'm Jordan, yeah, I stuck my tongue out (stuck my tongue out)
Niggas got no cars, they stickin' they thumb out (stickin' they thumb out)
Keep it a hunnid, I'm bringin' the drum out (bringing', brrt)
I put my gun out, let's see how they turn out (how they gon' turn out)
Might just be bookin', they won't put the blunt out (won't put the blunt out)
They say it's a drug, make it rain when the sun out (skrrt, skrrt)
All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a rollout (skrrt, skrrt)
My word is the law, no cap in my bars (no)
Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scars (no)
Might won a battle but lost the war (lost the war)
1017, we bought the bar

I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again
Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass done caught the wind
Tolerate, no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin'
Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin' (whoa, whoa, whoa)

We don't blank on missions, now he missin' swimmin' with the fishes (he with the fishes)
Wockhardt got me pissin', diamonds glisten, strapped up with that glizzy
All my clothes be fitted, G-Star denim, these not True Religion (no True Religion)
If I take your soul, I'm not repentin', Grim Reaper my religion (I'm not no Christian)
Can't show the internet how I be livin'
Sticks steamer, ride through the city (city)
Stay out the way and get paid, niggas all in they feelings
On the internet, talkin' like bitches (y'all actin' like bitches)
Money comin' different ways, I'm a jugger
Got Dracs and them bows while I'm breakin' a bitch (I'm breakin' yo' bitch)
Yellow gold on my wrist lookin' like piss (piss)
If I go broke, then I'm takin' a risk
How you be slammin', but nobody got hit? (Huh?)
Yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed
Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore I drop me a hit
I'm not like these rappers, I'm not finna diss
They havin' cake, make your bitch make a wish (wish)
I keep throwin' up, niggas keep havin' fits (yeah)
Ten thousand ain't nothin, blow this shit on a fit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Remember they doubted me, now look, I'm rich (what?)
Still in the hood, posted up with the bricks
I still will mask up, put that fire on them bitches (on God)
Niggas be put up when I'm in the city (yup)
I'm tired of beefin' with niggas who snitches (y'all niggas is snitches)
Niggas don't want smoke, they just want attention (what?)
Double like Davy, we standin' on business (we standin' on business)
We really 'bout action, these niggas pretendin' (pretendin')

Ay, Big Brr
Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas (fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Low Joe, choppas grab your venom (grab FNs)
I'm still with them killers from the A, you know who shoot the biz
Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt like the point guard on the Knicks
I'm overdue, so Wock' trill trees, and 'bout two Percocets
I talk shit like I'm five hundred pounds, I'm strapped with like three hundred rounds
And I still'll take your bowl from you, know who quick to slime some shit down
Got thirty thousand on his top, now they on his ass like he flagrant foul
I got a cup, no, you can't come around, poured an 8 on this zombie town
And it cost to move, 'cause when I had jaded
Make sure you sure two clip when you run down (ay)
Police keep takin' my guns, I can't run out
Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the compund
We go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown
(Brrt, brrt, Big Brr)
(huh, huh)

I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again
Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass done caught the wind
Tolerate, no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin'
Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin'