Endzone
Big Scarr Lyrics


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Double R
1818, bitch
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Y'all know we really run this shit
(WavyBoyProductions)
Ayy, yup
Yup
Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham
Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then
I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again
Back in the trap, flippin' work again

'Member them days I was ridin' on the 10-speed
Now your boy up in a big league
I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VVs
They ain't gon' want me on TV
Blinded by riches like Stevie, these niggas can't see me
They mimickin', wanna be me
Postin' the drip, now your bitch hollerin' out, "Come and see me"
Give her good dick but she pee-pee
These niggas hoes, catch him in traffic wit' the Drac' and I bet I'll unload
Tryna get rich, that's the goal
But these niggas testin' my gangsta, so I'ma expose 'em
Nah, he don't really want smoke
Said that he gangster, but seek for attention like hoes
Fuck your big dawg, he a ho
I jump on they foot, she be tellin' the tell the Niño
We get 'em in for the low
My clientele good, I ain't posted in front of the store
They done fucked up and freed Ghost
One step on his shoe, then I'm dumpin' 'til you hit the floor
Fuck all the internet posts
A hundred some shots in the car, now his ass gettin' ghost
We stashed the dope in the floor with the junkies
They runnin' in after the swing in the door
I hit the plug for a boat
Finessed and made jugs on the low, had to rent a stolo
Wait 'til I ice up my throat and ice up my wrists
And put ice up on all of my hoes
They ain't gon' like when I pop out with trap money
Backends, I serve you a load of my show
The .30 is on me, I up it and blew it
And trust me, Lil Leak, he gon' come out to go
But, nah, I'm really just sayin'
Niggas out here pullin' humbles and think they the man
These niggas makin' these diss songs
Catch you in the endzone, and blitzed up on you and your mans
Make your bitch eat up the drip
Thinkin' 'bout textin' me, make his ass eat up the clip
Plug gave me up on the flip
Deposit the profit then went out, go make me a flip
Might have a meetin' on the ship
I'm on the island, the package deployed on a blimp
I can't see none of these shrimps, big shark in the water
Red meat, these lil' niggas can't swim
You see the "F" on the rims
I'm in the car doin' the dash with a bitch named Kim
Drippin' salt might make a spill
Might leave a stain, but I'm still out here packin' a steel
My youngin, he fresh off a kill
Fuck all that talkin', he ready to do him a drill
Boy, you ain't at it for real
All that tough talkin', you had the big gun off a pill
You the same nigga that cappin' on bodies
They know I got that will, you ain't got no kill
I'm the same nigga that post up with choppas
And wait on you bitches to come do a drill, bitch

Stretch the pack, I threw it long like I'm Cunningham
Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then
I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again
Back in the trap, flippin' work again

Overall Meaning

In "Endzone," Big Scarr raps about his experiences in the trap, his success and his ability to take out his enemies. The song opens with a shoutout to Double R and 1818, indicating his gang affiliation. He compares himself to Randall Cunningham, a former NFL quarterback known for his long passes, highlighting Big Scarr's ability to "stretch the pack." He boasts about taxation in his trap, asserting he can do it like Uncle Sam. The hundreds and fifties are put in rubber bands, and if he can't get them all, he will reimburse them. Big Scarr pledges allegiance to the trap, claiming he won't work again.


Next, Big Scarr reflects on his past, when he used to ride a 10-speed bike. Now, he's in the big league and makes bank. He has the confidence to show off his success, and he knows that people want to imitate him. "Blinded by riches," he explains how fame and wealth can lead to envy and jealousy. He encourages his enemies to test him so he can "expose" them and take them down. He claims to not be afraid to take a life if someone crosses him. He believes he is the real gangster and that his enemies are attention-seekers.


Overall, Endzone is a powerful and aggressive song that showcases Big Scarr's abilities as a rapper, his gang affiliation and his experiences battling his enemies in the trap.


Line by Line Meaning

Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham
I throw the drugs far like a quarterback, just like Cunningham


Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
I charge extra for drugs like Uncle Sam charges taxes


We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
We organize our money by denomination and hold them together with rubber bands


Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then
If we can't sell all the drugs, we pay back the people we got them from


I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again
I promised to never leave the drug business again


Back in the trap, flippin' work again
I'm back in the drug business, flipping drugs again


'Member them days I was ridin' on the 10-speed
I remember the days when I only had a bike


Now your boy up in a big league
Now I'm in the big league of drug dealers


I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VVs
I haven't been to Johnny Dang for jewelry yet, but just wait until I get my new VVs


They ain't gon' want me on TV
People won't want to see me on TV because of my criminal activities


Blinded by riches like Stevie, these niggas can't see me
These people are blinded by their own wealth, just like Stevie Wonder is blind


They mimickin', wanna be me
People are trying to imitate me because they want to be like me


Postin' the drip, now your bitch hollerin' out, "Come and see me"
Posting my expensive style and now girls want to come see me


Give her good dick but she pee-pee
I had sex with her well, but she still betrayed me


These niggas hoes, catch him in traffic wit' the Drac' and I bet I'll unload
These guys are cowards, if I catch them in traffic with my gun, I bet I'll shoot them


Tryna get rich, that's the goal
My goal is to become rich by selling drugs


But these niggas testin' my gangsta, so I'ma expose 'em
But these guys are testing my toughness, so I'm going to call them out


Nah, he don't really want smoke
No, he doesn't really want beef


Said that he gangster, but seek for attention like hoes
He claims to be a gangster, but just wants attention like a woman


Fuck your big dawg, he a ho
I don't respect your leader, he's a coward


I jump on they foot, she be tellin' the tell the Niño
I step on their shoes, and she tells her friends and family about me


We get 'em in for the low
We get the drugs for a cheap price, so we can make a profit


My clientele good, I ain't posted in front of the store
My customers are loyal, so I don't need to advertise my drugs


They done fucked up and freed Ghost
They made a mistake by letting Ghost out of jail


One step on his shoe, then I'm dumpin' 'til you hit the floor
I won't tolerate anyone stepping on my shoes, and will shoot them until they're on the ground


Fuck all the internet posts
I don't care about people's online posts


A hundred some shots in the car, now his ass gettin' ghost
I shot a hundred bullets at the car, now he's dead


We stashed the dope in the floor with the junkies
We hid the drugs in the floor with the addicts


They runnin' in after the swing in the door
They run in after opening the swinging door


I hit the plug for a boat
I asked my supplier for a boatload of drugs


Finessed and made jugs on the low, had to rent a stolo
I was able to make a lot of money without drawing attention, and had to rent a fancy car for it


Wait 'til I ice up my throat and ice up my wrists
I'll wait to buy more jewelry for my neck and wrists


And put ice up on all of my hoes
I'll buy more jewelry for all of my girls


They ain't gon' like when I pop out with trap money
People will be envious when I show off my money from drug dealing


Backends, I serve you a load of my show
I'll use money from drug deals to make a lot of money in music performances


The .30 is on me, I up it and blew it
I have a .30 caliber gun on me, and I shot it


And trust me, Lil Leak, he gon' come out to go
And trust me, Lil Leak will be ready to fight


But, nah, I'm really just sayin'
But no, I'm just talking


Niggas out here pullin' humbles and think they the man
Guys here are feeling tough by shooting small guns


These niggas makin' these diss songs
These guys are making diss tracks about me


Catch you in the endzone, and blitzed up on you and your mans
I'll catch you off-guard and attack you and your friends


Make your bitch eat up the drip
I'll make your girl envy my style


Thinkin' 'bout textin' me, make his ass eat up the clip
If you even think of texting me, I'll make you regret it with a gunshot


Plug gave me up on the flip
My supplier betrayed me during a drug deal


Deposit the profit then went out, go make me a flip
I deposited my profits and then went out to make more money


Might have a meetin' on the ship
I might have a secret meeting on a ship


I'm on the island, the package deployed on a blimp
I'm on an island and my drugs were delivered in a blimp


I can't see none of these shrimps, big shark in the water
I can't see any of these small-time drug dealers, I'm a big shark in the drug game


Red meat, these lil' niggas can't swim
I'm attracting a lot of attention, but these small-time guys can't keep up


You see the "F" on the rims
You can see the logo of Ferrari on my car's rims


I'm in the car doin' the dash with a bitch named Kim
I'm driving fast in my car with a woman named Kim


Drippin' salt might make a spill
Dripping sweat might make me lose focus and spill drugs


Might leave a stain, but I'm still out here packin' a steel
I might mess up, but I still have a gun with me


My youngin, he fresh off a kill
My young companion recently killed someone


Fuck all that talkin', he ready to do him a drill
He's not into talking anymore, and is ready to commit a crime


Boy, you ain't at it for real
You're not that tough, man


All that tough talkin', you had the big gun off a pill
You only talk tough because you're high on drugs


You the same nigga that cappin' on bodies
You're the same guy who brags about killing people


They know I got that will, you ain't got no kill
They know I'm capable of killing, but you have no experience with it


I'm the same nigga that post up with choppas
I'm the same guy who poses with rifles and machine guns


And wait on you bitches to come do a drill, bitch
And wait for you guys to come and attack me




Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Written by: Alexander Woods, Justin Johnson

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