Scat Pack Music

Lyrics

[Intro] (MIA JAY C) Huh Me Vs. Me (Happy New Year's) Merry Christmas (I hear you, JAY C) Huh? [Verse 1] When I'm in the city, killers with me Real picky, only want her if she pretty and saditty (No cap) If a nigga swing on me, send him home, Ken Griffey Shoot a chopper bullet out the handgun, that fin with me Up enough to drop a Richy (Huh?), man, I damn near made a milli' (Ayy) Time is money, I'm a businessman, I be gettin' busy (No cap) Real city nigga, hustle for a week straight in my Dickies Keep the baddest bitches with me, I ain't never been a pick-me I don't think thesе niggas hear me, evеry day, I play Amiri Cougar with me, lightskin, damn near thicker than Tahiry Young nigga, hustle with the richest niggas in my city Walked in Hutch, spent a twenty, man, these niggas kits be dilly (No cap) Came along way from section 8, R.I.P. to Billy I wish cancer was a real person 'cause I wanna kill him Seen my mans rob our mans, man, this street shit gettin' tricky Cut my mans off, cut my hands off, I don't feel him Ho-ass police tryna flick me, check my mirrors like, "Oh, really?" (Skrrt, skrrt, huh?) Hit the wrong side of Gratiot, if you want me, then come get me (Come get me) If you serious 'bout makin' you some money, then get with me Pray the score like seven hundred, 'bout to drop me a 650 Sippin' Rémy, weighin' up the crack, brodie call it crizzy Fuck I look like with a semi when this fully-auto glizzy? Gave my music to the DJ, he gon' spin it 'til he dizzy Real city nigga, put my hood on like it's chilly Keep a 9 on me like Iggy (Huh?) Catch an opp in an Uber, on my mama, I'ma lift him Fifty thousand, all fifties, hundred thousand, all flippies My old nigga keep that banger, he'll give you a buck-fifty I ain't goin' back and forth, 'specially if you can't fuck with me [Chorus] Huh, I got off my ass (Off my ass) Came up off the rock, Dame Dash (Dame Dash) Huh, it's two hundred on my dash My mama said she prayin' I don't crash (I don't crash) Huh, I got off my ass (Off my ass) Tryna stuff another hundred in my stash (In my stash) All my bitches know I'm 'bout a bag (I'm 'bout that bag) If you ain't got no money for me, I'll pass (Huh?) [Verse 2] Have you ever seen a fifty all dubs? (All dubs) I'm a plug to my socket, I'm a socket to my plug I don't never worry 'cause we get the chopsticks in the club Free the guys, still'll throw your ass a party, Mr. Rugs (Huh?) If you wanna know how I feel, you can find it on my mug Sometimes, I be with the Bloods, still be chillin' with my cuz Real street nigga, ain't gon' lie, my mama made a thug I call the trap Saks Fifth, we only sell designer drugs, huh? (Huh) [Chorus] Huh, I got off my ass (Off my ass) Came up off the rock, Dame Dash (Dame Dash) Huh, it's two hundred on my dash (My dash) My mama said she prayin' I don't crash (I ain't gon' crash) Huh, I got off my ass (Off my ass) Tryna stuff another hundred in my stash (In my stash) All my bitches know I'm 'bout a bag (Huh?) If you ain't got no money for me, I'll pass (I'll pass) [Outro] Huh?