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Scoot Da Kidd
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Yeah
What up, Dugg?
It's Big Scoob
My boy (Suck my dick, Scooby)
Purple jeans, nigga, 4 Pockets Full on my lil' baby shit
Ayy (Ooh)
Too many bags, too many dollars, too many problems (Yeah, yeah)
Too many bullets, too many handguns, too many choppers (Grrah)
Woke up this morning, fucked on my bitch
I was thinkin' 'bout commas (Ooh)
You not a boss 'til you lost it all then went back and got it (Facts)
GMF, bitch, only throw G's (GMF)
Dugg throwin' fours while he pour lean (Fours)
Nigga, I don't fuck with no police (Fuck 'em)
Back, back, bitch, you don't know me (Get back)
Hard to get 'em off when they on me (Ooh)
Air this bitch out like a slow leak (Grrah)
Out in Oregon, me and White Boy grow weed (Growin')
Gotta run it back up at a low speed (Run it back up)
All money ain't good money
Gotta be careful when you get money (Someone tell me that)
Can't be sittin' 'round pocket watchin'
Get you a bag and go stack up your profit (Keep doin' it)
Out in LA, me and DJ flyin' in a Lamb'
Truck all on the E-way (Me and Dugg)
Tryna make a mil' off iPhones
'Member hard days, paid calls on three-way (On slime, yeah)
Big dog shit, you a puppy (Big dog)
How that's your ho and she love me? (How?)
Forty bars of ice, got it gone in a week
Swear to God, tryna see a whole hundred (It's out of here)
I'm a big ape, you a monkey (Oh yeah)
Turn a hot boy to an onion (Smack it up)
Give a lil' extra to the junkies (Here you go)
Too many bags, too many dollars, too many problems (Yeah, yeah)
Too many bullets, too many handguns, too many choppers (Grrah)
Woke up this morning, fucked on my bitch
I was thinkin' 'bout commas (Ooh)
You not a boss 'til you lost it all then went back and got it (Facts)
GMF, bitch, only throw G's (GMF)
Dugg throwin' fours while he pour lean (Fours)
Nigga, I don't fuck with no police (Fuck 'em)
Back, back, bitch, you don't know me (Get back)
Hard to get 'em off when they on me (Ooh)
Air this bitch out like a slow leak (Grrah)
Out in Oregon, me and White Boy grow weed (Growin')
Gotta run it back up at a low speed (Run it back up)
Too many hoes, too much drip
Fuck these niggas, suck my dick
I clear the whole club, I up this shit
What you spend? Like sixty thou'
Twin dicks on me, I ain't gettin' robbed (Hell nah)
Both ten shots, ninety-seven, nine (Baow, baow, baow)
My bitch code Gucci, yeah, Fendi, mine
Yeah, ho, I'm shittin'
Dugg twenty-five, White Precious cost fifty
Richard, milli', AP
I done turned more shit down than LA Reid
I done bought more ice than a LA king
Yeah, listen, roll 4PF, I'm trippin'
Think he my bro 'cause I'm fuckin' his sister (No cap)
Young turnt nigga, I don't check my mentions
Ho, do whatever, I don't check my bitches (Yeah, turnt)
Turnt (Yeah), turnt (Yeah), turnt (Yeah), turnt (Yeah)
Too many bags, too many dollars, too many problems (Yeah, yeah)
Too many bullets, too many handguns, too many choppers (Grrah)
Woke up this morning, fucked on my bitch
I was thinkin' 'bout commas (Ooh)
You not a boss 'til you lost it all then went back and got it (Facts)
GMF, bitch, only throw G's (GMF)
Dugg throwin' fours while he pour lean (Fours)
Nigga, I don't fuck with no police (Fuck 'em)
Back, back, bitch, you don't know me (Get back)
Hard to get 'em off when they on me (Ooh)
Air this bitch out like a slow leak (Grrah)
Out in Oregon, me and White Boy grow weed (Growin')
Gotta run it back up at a low speed (Run it back up)