Suddenly, these bitches wanna f*ck with me
In love with me, they saying shit to f*ck with me
Ain't cuffing me, I'm making songs then dubbing them
I run this shit, they see the drip they loving it
They loving it
They scream my name, they see me out in public and
They hugging him, they wanna take a pic, oh well I'm grubbing man
I'm done with it
I'm off this beat, I chewed it like some gum and then
I dumped this shit, I told that bitch I'm nothing like these other men
These other men
I can't compare, I'm different, yeah can't f*ck with him
They see the drip, they loving it
They wonder how we doing shit
And you know people just be asking me
How you do this
How you get into the game, and music
How you be making these hits
I don't know
I don't know
Came in the game I don't settle for average
I just turned 21 I'm not a savage
Took down the king call me Dirk on the Mavericks
Put in the work now I'm living so lavish
Ay ohh
Running with Rockets like Harden
Or better yet Chris Paul
You riding the wave I chill by the ocean
I'm sipping Bacardi and Cristal
Honestly, got this bitch she sucking sloppily
Dropping heat, every week you never stopping me
Copy me, got these posers yeah they watching me
Stalking me, got these bitches while they stalking me
I been working hard on my own, I gotta grind now
Lately I just smoke by my own, some I don't mind now
Trying to get inside with the game, they wanna find out
Used to sit in class write my songs, and bust some lines down
Watch me I go super Saiyan
And you know that I'm the man
Doze off in that f*cking Benz
Make these hits to feed the fans
Got that Vlone match my pants
Got these diamonds, yeah they dance
Like I'm Tecca go to France
Cant out drip me there's no chance
Probably, I end the track with casualties
Factually, my competition nap on me
Actually, they diss a nigga passively
Masterfully, I run the set so casually
I'm on the turf like a midfield
With the impact of an Enfield
Cold as the temp that your fridge feel
This is not practice it's been real
You learn to survive or you get killed
All of my life man it's been real
No one can emulate my feels
Never pretend it's the real deal
Like what I do when I'm on this shit
You know I make these beats
They say my laptop worth a lot
You know I got that heat
Honestly, why these bitches always stalking me
Suddenly, they probably want my money
AZ
Cam Raleigh on the Beat
Scylla (feat. N8, J-All, Lone Wolf, Gnanzou & Cam Raleigh) Video (MV)
Performed By: Mark AZ
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: AShon Burgess, Camden Raleigh, John Hall, Lemond Aka, Mark Zafaran, Nate Healy
Mark AZ - Scylla (feat. N8, J-All, Lone Wolf, Gnanzou & Cam Raleigh) Lyrics
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Suddenly, these bitches wanna f*ck with me
In love with me, they saying shit to f*ck with me
Ain't cuffing me, I'm making songs then dubbing them
I run this shit, they see the drip they loving it
They loving it
They scream my name, they see me out in public and
They hugging him, they wanna take a pic, oh well I'm grubbing man
I'm done with it
I'm off this beat, I chewed it like some gum and then
I dumped this shit, I told that bitch I'm nothing like these other men
These other men
I can't compare, I'm different, yeah can't f*ck with him
They see the drip, they loving it
They wonder how we doing shit
And you know people just be asking me
How you do this
How you get into the game, and music
How you be making these hits
I don't know
I don't know
Came in the game I don't settle for average
I just turned 21 I'm not a savage
Took down the king call me Dirk on the Mavericks
Put in the work now I'm living so lavish
Ay ohh
Running with Rockets like Harden
Or better yet Chris Paul
You riding the wave I chill by the ocean
I'm sipping Bacardi and Cristal
Honestly, got this bitch she sucking sloppily
Dropping heat, every week you never stopping me
Copy me, got these posers yeah they watching me
Stalking me, got these bitches while they stalking me
I been working hard on my own, I gotta grind now
Lately I just smoke by my own, some I don't mind now
Trying to get inside with the game, they wanna find out
Used to sit in class write my songs, and bust some lines down
Watch me I go super Saiyan
And you know that I'm the man
Doze off in that f*cking Benz
Make these hits to feed the fans
Got that Vlone match my pants
Got these diamonds, yeah they dance
Like I'm Tecca go to France
Cant out drip me there's no chance
Probably, I end the track with casualties
Factually, my competition nap on me
Actually, they diss a nigga passively
Masterfully, I run the set so casually
I'm on the turf like a midfield
With the impact of an Enfield
Cold as the temp that your fridge feel
This is not practice it's been real
You learn to survive or you get killed
All of my life man it's been real
No one can emulate my feels
Never pretend it's the real deal
Like what I do when I'm on this shit
You know I make these beats
They say my laptop worth a lot
You know I got that heat
Honestly, why these bitches always stalking me
Suddenly, they probably want my money
AZ
Cam Raleigh on the Beat
In love with me, they saying shit to f*ck with me
Ain't cuffing me, I'm making songs then dubbing them
I run this shit, they see the drip they loving it
They loving it
They scream my name, they see me out in public and
They hugging him, they wanna take a pic, oh well I'm grubbing man
I'm done with it
I'm off this beat, I chewed it like some gum and then
I dumped this shit, I told that bitch I'm nothing like these other men
These other men
I can't compare, I'm different, yeah can't f*ck with him
They see the drip, they loving it
They wonder how we doing shit
And you know people just be asking me
How you do this
How you get into the game, and music
How you be making these hits
I don't know
I don't know
Came in the game I don't settle for average
I just turned 21 I'm not a savage
Took down the king call me Dirk on the Mavericks
Put in the work now I'm living so lavish
Ay ohh
Running with Rockets like Harden
Or better yet Chris Paul
You riding the wave I chill by the ocean
I'm sipping Bacardi and Cristal
Honestly, got this bitch she sucking sloppily
Dropping heat, every week you never stopping me
Copy me, got these posers yeah they watching me
Stalking me, got these bitches while they stalking me
I been working hard on my own, I gotta grind now
Lately I just smoke by my own, some I don't mind now
Trying to get inside with the game, they wanna find out
Used to sit in class write my songs, and bust some lines down
Watch me I go super Saiyan
And you know that I'm the man
Doze off in that f*cking Benz
Make these hits to feed the fans
Got that Vlone match my pants
Got these diamonds, yeah they dance
Like I'm Tecca go to France
Cant out drip me there's no chance
Probably, I end the track with casualties
Factually, my competition nap on me
Actually, they diss a nigga passively
Masterfully, I run the set so casually
I'm on the turf like a midfield
With the impact of an Enfield
Cold as the temp that your fridge feel
This is not practice it's been real
You learn to survive or you get killed
All of my life man it's been real
No one can emulate my feels
Never pretend it's the real deal
Like what I do when I'm on this shit
You know I make these beats
They say my laptop worth a lot
You know I got that heat
Honestly, why these bitches always stalking me
Suddenly, they probably want my money
AZ
Cam Raleigh on the Beat
Writer: AShon Burgess, Camden Raleigh, John Hall, Lemond Aka, Mark Zafaran, Nate Healy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid