Whatcha Gon Do Lyrics – SCUM
Singer: SCUM
Title: Whatcha Gon Do
Devereaux! Devereaux! Devereaux!
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Down here finna bleed without a chance for survival
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Comin’ after me, they will be dead on arrival
Run up on a m#th*rf#ck*r like a manic
Sweating for his money like consuming all the panic
Something really funny, balls cut off, you’ll never have sex
They will find his bloody missing package like a FedEx
Should know mе now when you know me
Not when you know that I’ma go on a D
Cold likе an AC, old like freebasing
Quick at replacing ones I no longer need
Quick at replacing ones I no longer need
Quick at replacing ones I no longer need, huh
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Down here finna bleed without a chance for survival
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Comin’ after me, they will be dead on arrival
Whatcha gonna do when we blow off your ballcap?
Know that you’re through and that you get a long nap
Never to wake, finna make ’em all fall back
Take all the fake out the game when we go snap
Clap at your motherf#ckin’ whip and you’re all bye
Say your goodbye to yourselves, I’m the bad guy
That is about to punch your skull like a red sea
Having your parents say goodbye to they dead sea
Having your parents say goodbye to they dead sea
Having your parents say goodbye to they dead sea
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Down here finna bleed without a chance for survival
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Comin’ after me, they will be dead on arrival
Like one little, two little, three little cuts
Those are my aim like I’m syphilis, sl#ts
Eyes gone away, then the blades in they guts
To rearrange they insides ’cause I’m nuts
Cuckoo, loco, psycho like insane
Not that poetic but sick in the brain
So problematic and so full of hate
Type that will kill you on the very first date
Type that will kill you on the very first date
Type that will kill you on the very first date, go
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Down here finna bleed without a chance for survival
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Comin’ after me, they will be dead on arrival
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