Black Tents

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter] Yeah All black tents, nigga Black shades, you can't see my eyes no more Tired of looking at y'all broke ass niggas [Chorus: Young Scooter] Black shades, right behind black tents Riding through your hood like the president (Obama) Six lack trucks filled with Mexicans Walking in my house, I'm stepping on bricks The streets election, Young Scooter, he the president (Hood) Cartel with me, nigga, that's mo' bricks [?] with me, ready to hit a lick (Damn, son, where'd you find this?) I get 'em on my face [?] [Verse 1: Young Scooter] All them bricks [?] compete with me How you did that shit and still on the streets? Nigga, I'm the streets, I know how it bе I don't got no police niggas around me All black tents, bullеtproof seats Briefcases full, two mill a piece All black Raybands, you ain't seeing me Plus I'm the weight man, I got it super cheep Plus I'm riding through your hood like the president Six lack trucks, that mean the pack in I'm walking in the spot, stepping on bricks [?] with me, ready to hit a lick [Chorus: Young Scooter] Black shades, right behind black tents Riding through your hood like the president (Obama) Six lack trucks filled with Mexicans Walking in my house, I'm stepping on bricks The streets election, Young Scooter, he the president Cartel with me, nigga, that's mo' bricks [?] with me, ready to hit a lick I get 'em on my face [?] [Verse 2: Cartel MGM] I walk on bricks, I sit on bails I supply the work, that you will sell You ain't touching bails, you living in a fairytale Packs of kush, my bitch love the smell Before Cartel MGM, the [?] president I would open all boarders, we could get it in (Damn, son) White house rooms up in [?] All black tie, ho, AK at the window You need a hundred thou just to talk to me Hired a hundred shooters, you ain't touching me (Nope) At the table of bosses, we talking cash Pounds of ice, box of white and mo bags [Chorus: Young Scooter] Black shades, right behind black tents Riding through your hood like the president (Obama) Six lack trucks filled with Mexicans Walking in my house, I'm stepping on bricks The streets election, Young Scooter, he the president Cartel with me, nigga, that's mo' bricks [?] with me, ready to hit a lick I get 'em on my face [?]