Song Lyrics

Ay, thick white bitch, Iggy (Iggy)
Bust on her back, Ricky (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 (brra)
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 it)

These niggas broke, we fixed
You can shoot at my hoe but you know you gon' miss (try it)
Look at these VV's, 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 (boop, boop, boop)

Well 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 (that's a mixture)
Got richer and bought me a Richard
I still give my hitman your picture (go get it)

Terry Sanchez Wallace

The duration of Scriptures is 1:55 minutes and seconds.