[Intro]
Haha
Yung Lan on the track
Trauma Tone
Jugg king

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Real street nigga, ain't no flaws in me (Ain't no flaws in me)
Half a ticket on and I ain't brought it all with me (Count up)
If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you ball with me (I let you ball with me)
They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you fall with me (The charge)
And I ain't gon let you walk with me if you ain't crawl with me (If you ain't jugg with me)
Ten chains on but I ain't brought it all with me (Eliantte)
Bale thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the fifties (Droppin' by the fifties)
First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Me and 550 had pounds for four-fifty (Four-fifty)
My partner Ty gave me half on a 650 (Skrrt skrrt)
Fuck the feds, free Trident and OG Ricky (Fuck 'em)
I'm part of the Mob just like Gotti, get the strap, 50 (Brrat)
And I ain't leavin' out the house without the sack with me (Racks)
At sixteen I was in school and I had crack with me (Cocaina)
Every day we breakin' in houses, me and Mob petty (Finesse)
Stayed down, got a thirty-six, call it Jerome Bettis (Yeah)
Fucked the money up and told Side bring a fifty (Count up)
A hundred a piece from slime and Future, that's a quarter milli' (Count up)
In six months I made two M's, stretchin' work like a gym (Jugg)
I love my niggas just like brothers, so thank God for them (Street)
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