Scriptures (feat. Rylo) - 4PF YG

Ayy, thick white bitch, Iggy Bust on her back, Ricky Only tote Glocks, I'm picky We'll make niggas get out of the city Ay, hurt my thumb loadin' the K Turned to a opp, they lead him astray You know when I'm talking them killers obey Like, "Go put that young nigga head on display" Free my niggas, it ain't gon' be long They ain't forget who ain't pick up the phone Keep tryna diss me, he tryna get known The corner gon' know you when we take your soul I run with murderers, killers Bitch get wet, rivers Then get cut off, scissors I speak the truth, scriptures Big chopstick got wood, splinters Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture Got richer and bought me a Richard I still give my hitman your picture (go get him) These niggas broke, we fixed You can shoot at my hoe but you know you gon' miss (try it) Look at these VVS, how these bitches hit My wrist dripping like I done slitted this bitch Jet on the way to Dominico Lil' bitch threw me off, too much Silicon (word) I bought the whip with the ceiling gone (ceiling gone) Countin' dead faces in the living room (in the living room) Ten bedrooms but I live alone (live alone) Chops in this bitch, I ain't here alone If I'm beefing with him, his family should cherish they time 'Cause he won't be here long Y'all been beefing for a year long (y'all niggas playing) Ain't nobody died yet? (Nobody died yet?) I don't know what would happen if a nigga snatch my chain 'Cause ain't nobody tried that I run with murderers, killers Bitch get wet, rivers Then get cut off, scissors I speak the truth, scriptures Big chopstick got wood, splinters Don't see in the mirror that's a mixture Got richer and bought me a Richard I still give my hitman your picture (go get him)

Uh-oh You say you affiliated but you never caught one It's body counts around this b- and you ain't got one On the sucker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one They be like "Damn, homie," yeah They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie? What the f- wrong with you dudes? I got this stick in my sweater Play with glicky, no jammin' Throw on my hoodie, no cameras I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones I get your big dawg beheaded Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin' Landlord on the necklace I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing Could've lost my life in these trenches, was given second chances, yeah I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up F- I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster Cherry clan, we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' N- play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up I got milli's on milli's Haha to the bank like it's silly This P-hat don't stand for Philly This sh- Piru, do you feel me? This sh- forever, it's with me Slime business, it's sticky My life a movie, need Emmy's I slide with it on me, don't tempt me I got a problem, I know it And I ain't 'fraid to show it I sip the drank like it's water I f- her raw, I be h- My true colors be showin' That sh- red, it be glowin' You hardly hood, you ain't gangster B-, your hood disown you (uh-oh) You hop on the 'Gram and talk that sh- My n- in the street, they spark that sh- The loudest man in the room get off When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh- You ain't from the streets, never walked that sh- Or the P or the B, you know fall for it The game don't know you, you soft as sh- Take his chain, f- his b- The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b- Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b- Spit on the d-, toot it up from the back Beat your a-, yeah, I taught that b- I buy her bags so often, her look can't be real, man, I bought this b- Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a n- chain, I'ma have to spark this b- I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up F- I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster Cherry clan, we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' N- play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up