SCOPE

Lyrics

[Intro: Wifigawd] Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey Ayy, woah, damn, damn, uh [Chorus: Wifigawd] Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent) Margiela, uhh (Uhh) She hit my phone, hey Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done) Let me smoke my dope, ayy Then I get behind (Then I get behind) No safety on that iron, hey So you know I'm firin', hey (So you know I'm firin') Looking through the scope, ayy They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!) Crackin' like a goat (Goat) Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go) Right on Georgia Ave, where the arms be hittin' (Got it for the low) I be servin' swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (Got it for the low) I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo' Ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah!) Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there For the dope right there [Verse 1: Wifigawd] Walk inside the trap, Raf Simon on me (Them some racks) Got a big clique, feel that Glick on me (Boom) Trigger finger itch and my clip on me (Boom) I don't do a bitch, prolly snitch on me (Snitch) Hold up, I be steady flexin', never swellin', I'm just killing shit You don't get my message, I'm not stressin', you a stupid bitch (Yeah Yeah Yeah) I got model bitches, out in New York, on some vintage shit (Wassup?) When I go to Cali 'migo got me smokin' cookie Gotta keep a hood bitch, yeah And she super thick, yeah And she suck my dick, yeah And she making flips I can't believe this, ayy I'm a genius, ayy (How? How?) Had to skip school, ayy So I can make flips, ayy Benjamin Tre flips, bitch I'm at the place, flip, bitch Why the faking? Ayy, U-P-T shit, ayy To the Southside, ayy I been outside (Outside, outside, outside) I been making plays I stay on my grind (Bitch!) [Chorus: Wifigawd] Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent) Margiela, uhh (Uhh) She hit my phone, hey Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done) Let me smoke my dope, ayy Then I get behind (Then I get behind) No safety on that iron, hey So you know I'm firin', hey (So you know I'm firin') Looking through the scope, ayy They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!) Crackin' like a goat (Goat) Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go) Right on Georgia Ave, where the arms be hittin' (Got it for the low) I be servin' swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (Got it for the low) I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo' Ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah!) Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there For the dope right there [Verse 2: Sickboyrari] Ayy, I pop tags, ayy Ayy, throw it in the bag, ayy (The bag, bag) While I'm smokin', smokin' gas, hold up (Gas gas) Right on Georgia Ave, ayy (I don't talk) All the time, real aggressive, ayy With Marcy Mane he needa restroom, ayy I'm poppin' shit like Smith & Wesson, ayy Know the movie match the fit (Brrr) Hopping out, shit, looking like a brick Air Max, so I kick I ain't rockin' no Rick's, ayy Ayy, shining on my stunner shit, ayy Ayy, yeah, the burna match the fit, ayy Ayy, yeah, the burna match the fit [Chorus: Wifigawd] Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent) Margiela, uhh (Uhh) She hit my phone, hey Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done) Let me smoke my dope, ayy Then I get behind (Then I get behind) No safety on that iron, hey So you know I'm firin', hey (So you know I'm firin') Looking through the scope, ayy They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!) Crackin' like a goat (Goat) Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go) Right on Georgia Ave, where the arms be hittin' (Got it for the low) I be servin' swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (Got it for the low) I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo' Ooh, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah!) Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there For the dope right there Aye, aye, aye