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[Verse 1]
Ayy, thick white bitch, Iggy
Bust on her back, Ricky
Only tote Glocks, I'm picky
We'll make niggas get out of the city
Ayy, 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
[Chorus]
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
Got richer and bought me a Richard
I still give my hitman your picture (Go get him)
[Verse 2]
These niggas broke, we fixed
About this track
"Scriptures" is a song by Tee Grizzley from the album Scriptures, released in 2019. The song was written by Ambezza, Angel López, Federico Vindver, Jordan Mosley, Justin Mosley, Keanu Beats, Tee Grizzley, Timbaland. It was produced by Ambezza, Angel López, Federico Vindver, Keanu Beats, Mosley Brothers, Timbaland.
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Produced by Ambezza, Angel López, Federico Vindver, Keanu Beats, Mosley Brothers, Timbaland
You can shoot at my hoe but you know you gon' miss (Try it)
Look at these VVS, 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
[Chorus]
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
Got richer and bought me a Richard
I still give my hitman your picture (Go get him)
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