Where My Scale

Lyrics
[Intro] Ayy, ayy Gang! No Hooks Part 2 Bitch, you know I'm rockin', nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mopstick, bitch Outwest 290 shit YSN, Young Street Nigga Gang, gang, gang [Verse] Tell that bitch where my scale at Bitch, I talk that cocaine shit 'cause I sell that Try and rob me and you make sure you gon' fail that Hit you with this chopper, clamp yo' ass like a bear trap Hold on, we gon' rob you for your pounds, we need that How yo' plug calling crying talking 'bout get my weed back How yo' bitch calling crying talking 'bout get my weave back I fuck her from the back, pull out her tracks and delete that If you want beef pick a spot we could meet at Like a perm, put this hot heat where yo head at In your house where you sleeping? Where yo' bed at? You wanna bet he can fuck with me? Where your bread at? Dope runna, bitch, I drop off packs like I'm Fed-Ex I caressed her throat, yeah, yo' bitch gave me head sex Catch you out in traffic, aim this heat at yo' head rest 223 big bullet holes in yo' lil' chest 223 big bullet holes in yo' lil' vest The ambulance come, I'ma leave they ass a big mess I hit the mall and I fuck it up, bitch, I'm too fresh I can't show no love to these hoes 'cause they suspect Ridin' 'round looking for some opps we could bust at He said that's his bitch, I didn't know, I been fucked that I send her on her way, transportation, she get bus pass I got a new Glock, new opp, new MAC Are you a cool guy? Put some hot bullets in yo' cool ass Runnin' out of hiding spots, I'mma need a new stash, aye You could find me where the freaks at You could find me in that trap selling blue bags You could always find me where the streets at You say you want beef, we gon' make him eat that You know I'm a dog on a bitch, where yo' leash at? In Miami ridin' Ferrari, you could find me where the heats at When it's war time you get toe tagged, homicide Streets got me traumatized, doors up, butterflys Boy, you ain't no mothafuckin' killa (Mothafuckin killa) Boy, you ain't no mothafuckin' hitta (You a bitch) I remember selling sawbuck rilla to the dopefiends, now they yelling I'm that nigga You get banana clips if you think you a gorilla Hit yo' block then we play monkey in the middle [Outro] BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! GANG! GANG! GANG! GANG! No hooks Part 2 Bitch, you know how I'm rockin', nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mopstick, bitch Aye, aye, aye
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Credits
- Writers
- Lud Foe