Scrim - ​nightmare on the northside 2

[Part I]

[Intro]
You did good, Slick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Step the fuck up, bringing that thunder
With my gunners, better take cover
Pull up, fuck discrete, ride with the whole fleet
Shoot up the whole street, fuck it I'm too deep
All my guns just G-LOCK, ain't no safety
My mama gave birth to Satan, no mistaking
All my habits gonna chauffeur me to my casket
Savage grippin' that fucking full metal jacket
(Man, shoot that bitch, shoot that bitch again)
Got that heat, pull it out the bag like it's trick-or-treat
Blow his high, blow his fucking mind, fuckboy R.I.P
T-I-T-T-Y B-A-B-Y smoking vanilla sky
W-E, double the T, O, you can bet your bitch been by
T-O double M, Y, cruising that five with my lil' boy $lim
S-C-R-I-M, bitch, I'm him, crowned the king of hymns
200K on a Benz and it got no tint, so you bitches know it's me
I'm gettin' head from a bitch and this my revenge from when she ain't notice me
Every day I get a call from my boy Kyle, talking 'bout more Ms, more Ms
Coming in, coming in, doubling, tripling, stock price dividends, I ain't got time to spend
Yeah, these motherfuckers hate that I ain't struggling
If I was dead, the same ones hating claim, "We loved him"
Rather me OD'd like the rest and boxed the fuck up
"Scrim, man, use your deep voice," shut the fuck up