Trippie Redd, Antionia, Chris King - Love Scars Pt. 2 / Rack City

12 Hunna on the beat DJ Flippp, make the money flip Ooh, ayy 14, 14, 14, babe yeah In rack city counting up a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone Rocket got them pints for the low Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow Murder what she wrote We came through and took her soul She want that dick then she get boned Rack city blowing dope, bitch She off the molly and the coke, bitch You wan' touch then you get poked, bitch Run my hood like the pope pope, bitch They thought I was dead but I'm still alive I just needed time to relax bitch I just needed time, now I'm back bitch The money coming faster than it ever did Please play this at my funeral If I die tomorrow tell my mama that I'm sorry for the life I chose Mama I'm sorry (but this the life I chose) This is the life for me Nobody loves me but me I fucked my girl last week Told her get on her knees Then she sucked on my D Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain't fuckin' with me No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, no more I see more tombstones than the undertaker And if we fuck now we can't cuddle later The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain't from Jamaica Smoke, this thing I'm shooting fuck up God's creation Ah, you the best, who am I replacing Woah, oh that's a vest? well it's your mind I'm aimed at Scars of love from warfare with automatics Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her woah In rack city counting up a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone