Black Tents Young Scooter & Cartel MGM

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah
All black tents, nigga
Black shades, you can't see my eyes no more
Tired of looking at y'all broke ass niggas

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Black shades, right behind black tents
Riding through your hood like the president (Obama)
Six lack trucks filled with Mexicans
Walking in my house, I'm stepping on bricks
The streets election, Young Scooter, he the president (Hood)
Cartel with me, nigga, that's mo' bricks
[?] with me, ready to hit a lick (Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
I get 'em on my face [?]

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
All them bricks [?] compete with me
How you did that shit and still on the streets?
Nigga, I'm the streets, I know how it bе
I don't got no police niggas around me
All black tents, bullеtproof seats
Briefcases full, two mill a piece
All black Raybands, you ain't seeing me
Plus I'm the weight man, I got it super cheep
Plus I'm riding through your hood like the president
Six lack trucks, that mean the pack in
I'm walking in the spot, stepping on bricks
[?] with me, ready to hit a lick