Scroll Cypher

[Intro]
Fidi on the track (Bitch)

[Part 1: Sinizter]
Argh, I'ma fuck the beat up, gettin' lit tho (What?)
Talkin' all my shit, I throw a fit though (Yeah)
Throw a hunnid punches with some elbows (Ah)
Turn that pussyboy into a Van Gogh (Yuh)
Lookin' like El Chapo when I roll up (BItch)
Gold AK, got that thang tucked (Yuh)
Couple bad bitches wanna hook up (Yeah)
And Sinny divin' in I go face up (What?)
Scroll be the gang, scroll be the gang, scroll be the gang, bitch (Yeah)
Scroll be the gang, scroll be the gang, scroll be the gang, bitch

[Part 2: Daegho]
Hanging out the window of the fucking 2 seater
We juggin' and jumpin', I pull up with that nina
Aiming for the legs, make him dance, macarena
We drinking and smokin' upon the gasolina
Bitch, I'm the Porko grim reaper
Boy, better pay for that feature
Crazy, loco, insane
Yeah, you gon' feel this heat like a fever
Pussy mo'fucker
You testin' your luck
And I can't stand when people be talkin', not walking
I pop him
I drop him
I'm breakin' his Noggin'
My fist to his face, like I'm at his door knockin', like
"Hello? Fuck you"

[Part 3: Prompto]
Pissed off, 'boutta ignite with the QuickDraw
Tell 'em "Do not move a muscle or I'll have it ripped raw"
Woah, cannot embark on this flow
Drowning in a cemetery buried with my bones
Explode, get blasted away
Taste my knuckles when they bleed in the rain
Erase, let me ease all the pain
Bitch, shut the fuck up
You been nonstop talkin' ya mouth off, getting lockjaw
'Boutta break it down
And I cannot stop
Pennywise like a clock
Savings to the max, looks like I save-a-lot
Spitting these bars, like a Willy wonka candy shop
Guess I don't miss, nah
Shootin' for the 3, I swished, yah
I make these hits, yah
Bitch, I'm playing my tricks, yah

[Part 4: Mvko]
Pussys keep runnin' their mouth
But I ain't hearin no sound
Thinking you know my life, you don't know shit (Bitch)
Sayin' my music gon' fail, sayin' I'll never prevail
Burn another bridge, you watch the ship, it gon' sail
Your just fuckin' mad that you wasted your life
You didn't have a dream or a creative bone in your body
So you waste your time behind a desk
You took a moment and saw me doing what I wanted
And the first thing you thought was "Fuck that guy" (Yeah)
Sorry, I'm making money doing things that I want to (Oh)
If you got a problem, get hit with the one-two
I'ma do my thing
You won't think that it's funny when I pull up on you in a brand new whip wit a sunroof
Bitch, I told you I don't play (Nah)
Peekin' over my shoulder, I came a long way (Yuh)
AK-47, send a pussy to heaven
It's off with a p-

[Part 5: Kylof Söze]
I do the dash
She fuck with me 'cause I'm getting this cash
I'm getting this bread
(Fidi on the track)
Fuckin' a bitch and she givin' me head
You stepping to me, then you finna be dead, ayy
I just be wilding
Even when I was a Jit, I was styling
Now I be stacking this paper like staples
Copping designer, I love me stone island
Bitch, I be feeling invincible, hop on a beat with the boys like some criminals, ayy
Making this money be integral, bang bro cypher might fuck on your principal, ayy
We just be running this shit like a marathon, bitch I don't really give a fuck what you say
Stepping to us, then we leaving you dust, if you talking that shit we gone spit in your face

[Part 6: Blake Basic]
Flow so sick like COVID
Yeah, the way I move so smooth, like lotion
I've been close to overdosing
But I made it through, I'm the true one, chosen
I've been broken hearted, hopeless
Nothing else to do, I just gotta stay focused
Scroll Gang got me at my lowest
Gotta stay true and you gonna be noticed
All the ladies wanna date me
Money in the bank, so they want my babies
Smooth like the lake, I'm cool so wavy
But I split flames, so hot like hades
People throw shade, but they ain't Tom Brady
Fuckin' with Blake, you fake, so shady
Okay, lately I been going crazy
Working everyday, like fuck, you pay me, ayy
You got a problem? You better come solve it
I'm sick of the people that typing and talking
You better just stop it or I'll get stomping
You wanna be me 'cause you think that I'm ballin'
You know that I'm popping, it's true that I got it
You run up on me and get blocked, Dennis Rodman
Blake Basic's a prophet, I make the deposits
I walk in the bank with a blade in my pocket

[Part 7: SUGS]
I like to smoke piff and trance in my room
I like to break ribs and vandalize dudes
I like a tight bitch, who have the right moves
I enter my dick, then dance in her womb
I scream "Eat the rich and fry the tycoons"
Ain't no time to die, I lied, the time noon
'Cause twelve gauge defile and redefine you
And now what was inside you is out too
I'ma run out da store with like two bags
Think I ain't the man, I bet ya snortin' up meth
Lookin' for a knuckle, he get four in that head
Talk shit, get hit, classic cause and effect
And that slut tryna fuck, sent code in the text
All my kids, she gon' suck, abort in her neck
Ran a lap round her track, then ran to the next
Act fast, break glass, shit cold as it gets

[Part 8: ONI INC]
Oni!
Do not fucking bleed, unless you bout to pay me!
Don't waste my time bitch!
I got meth over the liquor alright!
Can you help me out?, I need your vision I have lost sight!
No fight, dumb lost, get out, where my sauce?!
Don't ever preach up to me, you can get tossed!
Like a salad!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[Part 9: Ethan Ross]
Wait, wait, hold up (Yeah, yeah)
Watch this (I was like yeah)
I was like, yeah, hold up
Why get treated like a pawn in a chess game?, ominous just saying
I'm in the next lane, armed with the best
Staying calm and direct with a palm full methane
If he ever try to do me wrong, with the net claim
Just to get a couple minutes long full of web fame
I'ma go and run up on his lawn, with a tec-k
Who really want smoke?, this bong give him chestpain (Ayy)
Hollow tips, rip through his shit, leave him hollowed out
Put fifty blades in his guts, leave 'em fallin' out, bitch

[Part 10: XELISHURT]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh
(Oh, it's this guy)
(Its XEL-IS-HURT)
(That's how you say my name)
I know you can't niggas can't see me
Caught me in the BM and cooked up, watch TV
Uh, calling it green, it's Luigi, uh
She played on my wood like it's Ouija, uh
See me in HD, alright you calling it CG
Ayy, yuh, uh
Get hit with the metal like jacket, uh
I spray on your blood for the racket, yuh
All of this money I stack it, uh
Call me Lil V, I'm posted straight up for the basket
I know that you mad bitch
It never could happen

[Part 11: Mobbs Radical]
I am the warlord, you get a backhand
She get her back broke over the stand
I got the pack, so fuck what it go for
Losein' my visuals off of the xan, ayy
Look at the, look at the wrist
Radiance glowing, I'm feeling light (God damn)
Out with a ski and it's feeling right
Can't see my scar, like I'm meta night
Grisha militia, we fuck you up
Nigga, we rolling a double Dutch
Barrel my pistol, you had enough
Sidewinder missile, we in the cut
Look at my heaven, receding low
Bans always waiting, don't leave me cold
Scheming, like whisper aletheo
Shoutout my brothers, like really though?
(Ayy)

[Part 12: 8corpses]
H-hungry for a murder, like an MRE ration
Homicidal ideation, fuck the population
Beats for attention, so much desperation
Lack of sophistication, rampant indoctrination
Humans are craven disposition, fabrication
More callous, then my fathers suffocation
(Yeah, suffocation)

[Part 13: DOWNFVLL]
I been lonely, I ain't taking my medicine
Bitch, I'm bound to earth, I'm feeling like Ness, huh?
Low-key feeling the adrenaline, in my veins, in my head, it's all a mess
Stop
Oh shit, hit 'em with the switch up
Dripped out, fucked that bitch up, am I'm getting richer?
Making up with you bitches ain't part of my agenda
I don't give a fuck, turn the haters into preachers (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ya)
Scroll be the gang, you got that
I been getting loaded, we hittin' like a .45
I been feeling funny, faded, fucking gotta bounce back
Scroll be the gang (The gang), no rollback, huh?