[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah, you dig
(Hussein)
(ATL Jacob)
Man, how you come up like that? (Yeah)
Black Migo gang, man
BMFBG (That boy Cassius)
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin' (Road runner)
A couple pussy niggas from the hood hatin' on me (Pussy nigga)
I caught that case in Ohio, man, they told on me (Man, they told on me)
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold on you (Yeah)
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window (Gone)
Hood rappin' ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders (Yeah)
I'ma make a jugg from January to the end of December (Jugg)
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions (Count up)
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with M's (Count up)
I got Colorado and Cali gas, I mix that shit in (Gas)
And I ain't doin' niggas' features no more for less than a ten (Whip)
You can picture me rollin' like Pac, I play above the rim (Yeah)
Scooter pull up, hard top (Skrrt), Street pull up, drop top (Skrrt)
I trap out a six spot, I cook out of six pots (Zone 6)
You know I don't talk to cops, you know I don't fuck with opps (Nah)
Money over everything, you can't trust these dirty thots (Money over bitches)
Free Meek Mills, free Meek Mills, for real (Free Meek)
I ain't got no deal, but my lil' brother fightin' appeal
In my hood with an Aston Martin with rose gold wheels (Brick)
Too many juggs at the door, my trap look like Club LIV
Yeah, you dig
(Hussein)
(ATL Jacob)
Man, how you come up like that? (Yeah)
Black Migo gang, man
BMFBG (That boy Cassius)
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin' (Road runner)
A couple pussy niggas from the hood hatin' on me (Pussy nigga)
I caught that case in Ohio, man, they told on me (Man, they told on me)
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold on you (Yeah)
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window (Gone)
Hood rappin' ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders (Yeah)
I'ma make a jugg from January to the end of December (Jugg)
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions (Count up)
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with M's (Count up)
I got Colorado and Cali gas, I mix that shit in (Gas)
And I ain't doin' niggas' features no more for less than a ten (Whip)
You can picture me rollin' like Pac, I play above the rim (Yeah)
Scooter pull up, hard top (Skrrt), Street pull up, drop top (Skrrt)
I trap out a six spot, I cook out of six pots (Zone 6)
You know I don't talk to cops, you know I don't fuck with opps (Nah)
Money over everything, you can't trust these dirty thots (Money over bitches)
Free Meek Mills, free Meek Mills, for real (Free Meek)
I ain't got no deal, but my lil' brother fightin' appeal
In my hood with an Aston Martin with rose gold wheels (Brick)
Too many juggs at the door, my trap look like Club LIV
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