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SCATTER BRAIN Video (MV)




Performed By: Gap X
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Preston Samples




Gap X - SCATTER BRAIN Lyrics
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Back the hell up off me
Now yuh homie looking sorry
Cuz he really want you
Now he in the room
Say he toting on the thirty
Tryna rob me of a Rollie
Nigga tell me who is you
I'll put you in yuh place
Then steal yuh girl too
Yeah im talking ignite
Babygirl get used to it
She spent a band
Just to meet Chris Brown
Told yo ass long time ago
U gotta pipe down
I could never break bread
With these lil niggas
Know they all look to me
Young master splinter
Slippery the slope
Get clipped like banana
Black bandana tryna rob Benihana
Inflated by the price ill prob do it too
You jack rob hitters that is number 42
2 damn 4s on my lap
Like Gigi w her dad
Nigga Kobe aint dead
Im the one man stunna
Flow hot like sauna
New flows coming like water
Told a nigga be water on the last album
That was all peace
But I killed it last week
Now the young brother want smoke
Industry is moving like the pope
Diddy or did a nigga not
If a rapper try to test me
Ill leave em with a knot
Put a rock in a sock then drop
Lately I been feeling
Like Craig know yo day-day coming
Everybody want something
Gap let me hold a 20
But I can't complain
That was me at nineteen
On my daddy couch
Probably driving him insane
Now 6 digits on a young nigga stream
Gap what's the feeling of pain
Three gold chains and a wild Great Dane
Blood in the water smelling like propane
Over rap shit let the fat lady sang
Pressing me nigga
Don't know bruce Wayne
Niggas get deaded for less
Gap x the weapon
The flow is Jamaican with tech
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Back the hell up off me
Now yuh homie looking sorry
Cuz he really want you
Now he in the room
Say he toting on the thirty
Tryna rob me of a Rollie
Nigga tell me who is you
I'll put you in yuh place
Then steal yuh girl too
Yeah im talking ignite
Babygirl get used to it
She spent a band
Just to meet Chris Brown
Told yo ass long time ago
U gotta pipe down
I could never break bread
With these lil niggas
Know they all look to me
Young master splinter
Slippery the slope
Get clipped like banana
Black bandana tryna rob Benihana
Inflated by the price ill prob do it too
You jack rob hitters that is number 42
2 damn 4s on my lap
Like Gigi w her dad
Nigga Kobe aint dead
Im the one man stunna
Flow hot like sauna
New flows coming like water
Told a nigga be water on the last album
That was all peace
But I killed it last week
Now the young brother want smoke
Industry is moving like the pope
Diddy or did a nigga not
If a rapper try to test me
Ill leave em with a knot
Put a rock in a sock then drop
Lately I been feeling
Like Craig know yo day-day coming
Everybody want something
Gap let me hold a 20
But I can't complain
That was me at nineteen
On my daddy couch
Probably driving him insane
Now 6 digits on a young nigga stream
Gap what's the feeling of pain
Three gold chains and a wild Great Dane
Blood in the water smelling like propane
Over rap shit let the fat lady sang
Pressing me nigga
Don't know bruce Wayne
Niggas get deaded for less
Gap x the weapon
The flow is Jamaican with tech
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Writer: Preston Samples
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