pete rose Lyrics by Scrim
Jump out that
Jump out that *** coupe
I turn their whole hood to a graveyard
Yeah. The way that I’m painting these pictures
This *** gon’ be studied like cave art
Yeah. Young wetto the *** demon
I’m in the church with a chainsaw
Yeah. My ***. She sick
She like me to *** her with all of my chains on
Yeah. My *** brain gone
My *** name on
Yeah. Been changing the game
I’m fueled up on pain
I’ll take any lane over
Ain’t a breath that I’ve drawn sober
Smoking opps. They got strong odor
Ain’t no cap, boy. I’m all lower
Crey the cane and we all over
Yeah. Skat off on them *** cops
Free all my boys out the chain cane
Yeah. Busting a strip out the box
8 milligrams to maintain
Yeah. Float on the track like Usain
Looking for me like a new vein
Whipping that Rolls on tulane
Half a milli for a new chain
Yeah. Ice on my neck like “Oh! Whoa!”
Yeah. *** on her breast like “Oh! Whoa!”
Pouring that wok. I need 4 more
Step on my block. That’s no co
Scarecrow creeping that road slow
Tryna go to heaven—that road closed
***, I got drugs. I don’t need hoes
4 thousand hits like Pete Rose
Booping that *** like she Betty
I put my “kids” on her belly
I’m in the chi like I’m Velly
No. There ain’t ***
You can’t tell me “No”
Them secrets with me
They’ll get buried
Sipping ’til I’m unhealthy
Popping on Percs ’til I’m out of this earth
Cuts on these diamonds like they need a nurse
I got so *** that you cannot observe
TAX screaming like I’m on its nerves
I’m too on fire
I can’t help but to burn
Pull out that chopper
I bet he gon’ learn
He see me coming
I bet he gon’ turn
She know I’m pimping, when she see the perm
Came out the *** trenches
Eating them hot dogs with red beans
Easy money sniper
The way I be *** that red beam
*** it be dirty as ***
But all my *** meds clean
Every time I dream of ***, I get a *** wet dream
Jump out that ***. I might slump ’em
Ali I rumble the jungle
Every day a triple double
Bot bored with rap. So, I mumble
Up at granny’s eating gumbo
If he ’bout it, would have done so
Whole crib like a *** show
Quit talking ’bout it. Just jump, ***
Jump out that
Jump out that *** coupe
I turn their whole hood to a graveyard
Yeah. The way that I’m painting these pictures
This *** gon’ be studied like cave art
Yeah. Young wetto the *** demon
I’m in the church with a chainsaw
Yeah. My ***. She sick
She like me to *** her with all of my chains on
Yeah. My *** brain gone
My *** name on
Yeah. Been changing the game
I’m fueled up on pain
I’ll take any lane over
Ain’t a breath that I’ve drawn sober
Smoking opps. They got strong odor
Ain’t no cap, boy. I’m all lower
Crey the cane and we all over
