SRT / Stolen Cars Foolio (Ft. Big Scarr)

[Intro]
Oh yeah, Woods
Ay Mario, this shit hot

[Verse 1: Foolio]
Name a time y'all spin and we ain't spin back (We ain't spin back, rrah, rrah, rrah)
And his brother had got dropped, that's for Getback (That's for Getback)
Daddy and sister had got popped but he ain't say that (Ha, ha, ha, he ain't say that)
Had his mama wig, where her fucking feet at (Goddamn)
These niggas put up in they house
We where he sleep at (Where he sleep at, I see you)
I been so patient, I can't wait to smoke Lil 3 pack (On bro)
A 100 hundreds that will get your fucking dawgs whacked (10 bands)
He copping deuces, throwing truces
Tryna squash that (He sweet, he scared)
It's 3 O'Clock
In the corners niggas know we out (Where y'all at, baow)
Mask on, Sto who shot
They ain't even know who shot (Know who shot)
Speaking on Bibby, got me mad
It got my temper hot (My temper hot)
We the type of young niggas that will get your fucking shooter shot (Your shooter shot, rrah, rrah)
Make him famous, turn his name into a fucking block (A fucking block)
Ay, sliding in the SRT, just me and Scarr (Just me and Scarr)
If I'm the driver then that mean that Scarr gon' pop the Glock (Gon' pop that Glock, rrah rrah)
ESPN, we get it in, you know we spin the block
You shootin' less, we shoot the best
You know we sending shots (Rrah, rrah)
Thinking bout Eight, it's on my mind
Ay Cojack call the opps (What it is gang?)
And he ain't gotta say too much cause if If he roll, I rock
Let's slide nigga, on gang nigga, we been out all day nigga
Where y'all at? Pop-out, ay nigga
Niggas mention the A, we gon' get shit litty (Get shit litty)
Free 10 on your head, if you speak on Bibby (10 bands, 10)
Anything I say in my lyrics then I fuckin' did it (I fucking did it, facts)
And when Ralo had got smacked, they ain't stand on business (Ain't stand no business, Goddamn)
We the reason that there is teddy bears all 'round the city (All 'round the city)
Is he cut or is he bloodied?
Man his set trippin' (his set trippin')
And my cup so fucking muddy, it got Royale in it (Royale in it)
You ain' learn from all that dissing
After that June 5th shit
All these blue hundreds on me, they gon' think I'm crippin' (Think I'm crippin')
Sixty shots inside my choppa, boy I feel like Nipsey (Feel like Nipsey, ha, ha, ha, nigga)
Boy I feel like Nipsey (Rest up Nipsey, uh, 6 nigga, on gang)