The Sparks Foundation – Scorpion Death Drop ft. Project Pat, Trae tha Truth, Smoke DZA & A$AP Twelvyy Lyrics

(Intro – A$AP Twelvyy)
I’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
I’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
La musica de Harry Fraud

(Verse 1 – Project Pat)
You can’t let the left nor the right hand man do it
Cause if they calculators move they may try to screw it
In the street anything goes, not just these hoes
Police sticking d**k in these snitches booty holes
Crack dealing, money flipping, out here chasing me a million
Stack my Fritos to the ceiling, tryna go old with my children
Fearing nothing but God, ho ass ni**a ain’t got no heart
Foreign ride, no key in, all I gotta do is push start
Revolver start spinning like a croc, only killing
Project keep the street, keep the street, real-real billy
A hundred with this s**t ni**a, understand me
I’m walking bankroll you can rubber band me

(Chorus – A$AP Twelvyy)
I’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
I’m off the top, I be wyling for the thrill
I’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
I’m wrecking havoc, I ain’t even gotta kill
I’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
I’m off the top, whole crowd catch a chill
I’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
I’m wrecking havoc, I ain’t even gotta kill

(Verse 2 – Smoke DZA)
100 with the s**t, ni**a understand me
I’m killing kids quicker than the f**king plan B
You might catch me somewhere loaded where it’s hot and sandy
Or I’m up in Summer Slam with my ni**a randy
Yeah I’m fresh 100 feet, they ain’t f**king with my street
It ain’t for everybody, give a sh*t if ni**as sleep
F**k it, bring the body bags
Hit him with that Gotti swag
Got no time to lolligag
All that hate, he probably mad
She playing with that pu***, it’s probably trash
Might hit it then curve your ass
Hold up, settle down, hit the urban pass, I’m in it to win
Hit sparks on the line like we did it again

(Chorus – A$AP Twelvyy)
I’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
I’m off the top, whole crowd catch a chill
I’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
I’m wrecking havoc, I ain’t even gotta kill

(Verse 3 – Trae Tha Truth)
King of the streets, graduated from housing
Tendered 100s, I keep like 1000
Pull up in something the trunk’ll be pounding
Wet up the block leaving everything drowning
Smell me, I’m talking like something is cooking
And if you don’t, why the f**k is you looking?
I am the ace, guarantee you mistook it
Gangster s**t look like it’s somewhere you book it
All I do is trap and cook white squares like it’s a napking
Thirty….s**t can happen
Show you bout money where you lacking
I’m bout this chilla like a theorist
Still rep for the dirty like I’m Harry
This s**t on lock, ain’t sh*t to carry
Ain’t worried bout ni**as, ni**as scary
Might just switch it up like I was MJ in the Jackson 5
Dance across the work and show you how to keep the trap alive
Pull up to her if, I had a team of soldiers like a
I ain’t gon be more rehearsing, I’ma play my gangster live

(Chorus – A$AP Twelvyy)
I’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
I’m off the top, I be wyling for the thrill
I’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
I’m wrecking havoc, I ain’t even gotta kill
I’m breaking legs, ribs, hundred dollar bills
I’m off the top, whole crowd catch a chill
I’m breaking arms, necks, hundred dollar bills
I’m wrecking havoc, I ain’t even gotta kill