Rollin [Freestyle] lyrics

We put some real n*ggas on a tee boy
The opps ain't at our party, but they at Leeks boy
I am Scrapp G, boy
You mention Scrapp or Dooski name, that's RIP boy
Scrapp gang, that's clap gang
Keep 2 Glocks like Max Payne
These n*ggas be b*tch made with b*tch way's, they just act gang
Set him up off back page, he ain't get laid but he got laid
And the b*tch that set the whole thing up, steady sayin' she ain't got paid
When the summer come, we got sh*t with double drums
That'll have you hesitating to jump in beef, like it's double dutch, b*tch
Ain't no one-on-ones, If folks swing Ima' come with one
If we can't find that n*gga, f*ck it, we gon' give his brother some
Why the f*ck you think they call me Rooga?, pull up with rugers and ruger
These n*ggas tough on computers, (???) before we was shooters, ay
Since you wanna die your head and sh*t
Better pray you don't die when your head get hit
You try to run and your leg get hit
Then I walk up to see just how dead you is
Now it's up there
Tell your homie "Wassup'" while you up there
On the 6 block, yeah it get tough there
Boy them steppa's wouldn't even step up there
Ay ay, i move like a thief in the night
Boy i keep with that pipe ain’t no sleeping at night
Don't believe in the hype, 23 in this pipe
Put it all to his back now he Mike
My b*tch say i got childish ways
Cuz i like to ride with that [?]
And i ain't even mention my wildest days
Boy I used to hop out and chase
Way before rap we was wrappin' up n*ggas
Can't go to that party, we clapped at them n*ggas
We added blicks and subtracted some n*ggas
Then multiplied and divided you n*ggas
You can get shot out a window, dropped from the 10th floor
Big ass gun on me, this b*tch hittin' like Kimbo
Find out your info, kill you and your kinfolks
He got smoked outdoors, but he smoke like indo'
You can catch smoke from the SIG
You die like it's cancer (Bow!)
I shoot like i ain't got no manners
Boy this 40, it'll do damage
Like what was you thinkin n*gga?
You catch a shot like you drinkin' wit us
Now i can see what you thinkin' n*gga
You shoulda' never been tweakin' wit us
This ain't no 5, ain't no hangin' outside
Them boys gon slide, they hoppin out rides
Hollow tips gon fly
Boy you know the vibes, b*tch I'll go lookin' and searchin' for n*ggas
I know that's them n*ggas, blow at them guys
We went to war wit them n*ggas
Upped score on them n*ggas, believe me, a lot of 'em died
In the party, mid's everywhere, b*tch I'm rollin'
Mention one of them G's, you gon' get your life stolen
All that tough sh*t that you doin', you better control it
My sh*t automatic, all I gotta do is hold it
b*tch!