Scope

Lyrics

[Intro] Young Slatt, Yak Gotti Young Successful Living Yeah, this a Slatt lifestyle and shit (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] How we up? They can't even the score Let 'em know that the Glock got a thirty or better The drum and the stick got a scope I ain't gon' lie, I ain't feelin' these bros If you slime then you wipin' your nose If you slime you abide by the code I ain't gon' lie, I got eyes on the Forbes I ain't gon' lie, I jumped right in a Ford [Verse 1] Now the engine in back of the doors And we ridin' thеm coupes back to back And I'm ridin' in a Beamer, hе ridin' in a Porsche Walked out the court room, then walked in the house [?] nigga, I sit on the court Gotti, know YG, that stand for Yak Gotti You niggas, you cannot extort First he tried me and then I had plugged him just like a auxiliary cord Boulevard [?] for war I'm tryna pull a mill' in the 'Yard Used to walk with two knives and a lock on the belt when I think about killin' the yard, nah Was a flat head, now I'm pushin' start Fuck what you thinkin' and fuck what you thought Polo T on me, I'm at the Ritz Carlton Ice on me blingin', they think that I lost it I got it in, I sat right in my cell for [?] Young nigga, you know that I'm bossed up Same people that never gave me shit now they get they hand out and I don't got nothin' to offer [?] now lil' nigga a offin' I dropped him [Chorus] How we up? They can't even the score Let 'em know that the Glock got a thirty or better The drum and the stick got a scope I ain't gon' lie, I ain't feelin' these bros If you slime then you wipin' your nose If you slime you abide by the code I ain't gon' lie, I got eyes on the Forbes I ain't gon' lie, I jumped right in a Ford [Verse 2] I ain't gon' lie, I just jumped out the blender January Seventh I got out the county But I got out the feds in December Geeked up, I don't remember Strapped up like suspenders Add up all my jewelry and I could've bought a Bentley They thought I was finished Really I'm beginning Handle all the business Green tag like some spinach Slugs come from the dentist Cooked up, window tinted Feed that nigga putang 'cause that nigga in the blender Go against me, well, I know [?], I'm gon' rip you Talkin' rest in peace then I ain't tryna fuckin' strip you Smokin' on my opper, yeah, I smoke it like a Swisher Seem like when you gone they don't even miss you I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause that's just how they hit you [Chorus] How we up? They can't even the score Let 'em know that the Glock got a thirty or better The drum and the stick got a scope I ain't gon' lie, I ain't feelin' these bros If you slime then you wipin' your nose If you slime you abide by the code I ain't gon' lie, I got eyes on the Forbes I ain't gon' lie, I jumped right in a Ford [Outro] I'm tryna pull a mill' in the 'Yard Mill' in the Goyard Said I'm tryna pull a mill' in the 'Yard