Last Strike

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter] (Chophouze on the track) Trap nigga Yeah, trap nigga, yeah, trap nigga Count up! [Chorus: Young Scooter] My lawyer called I'm on my last strike (Fuck) Two time convicted felon don't need a third strike (Yeah) My phone ringing, nigga, somethin' ain't right It's 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go) Fifty bags a day, that's what the trap do This that count music, nigga you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap) But just don't let the streets trap you (Yeah) Just don't let the streets trap you (Count up!) [Verse 1: Young Scooter] I've been tweaking on my lawyer he been calling crazy I don't even trust that nigga, he might try to play me These niggas snitchin', how I know they broke and frustrated I got the street recipe, I'm an eighties baby Fifty bands a day, that's what the trap do For real, nigga, some days I make a hundred or two (Thousand) Put the streets on curfew Young Scooter make that music you can work to (BMG) Yeah I trap and rap, trap, wrap bricks You can't trust these broke hoes, bitches ain't shit I'm on my third strike, still taking chances My lawyer say tell him the truth I say what games you playing [Chorus: Young Scooter] My lawyer called I'm on my last strike (Fuck) Two time convicted felon don't need a third strike (Yeah) My phone ringing, nigga, somethin' ain't right It's 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go) Fifty bags a day, that's what the trap do This that count music, nigga you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap) But just don't let the streets trap you (Yeah) Just don't let the streets trap you (Count up!) [Verse 2: Young Scooter] It's five in the morning, fifty missed calls Jugg one, he bout to hit the road and take off I got chickens, but this nigga tryna buy some dog I ain't tripping, catch em instant, then I brush him off A thousand dollars a week that's what your trap do Pay attention, nigga, I can help you Yeah, I was hurting when I flexed you Close the curtains, I'on wanna see no prostitute Lil Mexico City, you gon' shop with who? Young Scooter, put a brick on every block or two Word on the street you snitchin', I don't rock with you Yeah I do straight business if I fuck with you [Chorus: Young Scooter] My lawyer called I'm on my last strike (Fuck) Two time convicted felon don't need a third strike (Yeah) My phone ringing, nigga, somethin' ain't right It's 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go) Fifty bags a day, that's what the trap do This that count music, nigga you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap) But just don't let the streets trap you (Yeah) Just don't let the streets trap you (Count up!) [Verse 3: Marco Da Kid] I'm out here working, could care less what them crackers think Big on the real, I can afford another case I just came from down the road, ain't tryna go back But is somethin' 'bout thumbin' them racks Vacuum them packs, busting up bales Carrying that pistol, living on the edge I wanna quit, but these streets like a part of me They taught me right from wrong, show me how to eat I got my lawyer on speed dial and paid up So I'm in the spot, working for a million plus Hit up [?], tell em, go on 'head, send the truck And I'll a bust em down, and go 'head bag em up [Chorus: Young Scooter] My lawyer called I'm on my last strike (Fuck) Two time convicted felon don't need a third strike (Yeah) My phone ringing, nigga, somethin' ain't right It's 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go) Fifty bags a day, that's what the trap do This that count music, nigga you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap) But just don't let the streets trap you (Yeah) Just don't let the streets trap you (Count up!)