The Recipe Young Scooter (Ft. Jose Guapo)

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[Chorus: Young Scooter]
All you pussy niggas coppin’ pleas
Like you convicted a felony
You lil niggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money
You might as well call off all beefs
Turn fifty to 200 Gs
Bitch I got the recipe
Black Amigo, we speak guapanese
You can hate but ain’t gon’ fuck with me

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
You gotta watch who you sell that dope
Because these pussy niggas coppin’ pleas
I do what the fuck I want, bitch I’m a street lottery
Trap runnin’ like 24, we got indoors, we got outdoors
We take a week to sell 20 pounds
But fuck nigga your trap slow
I got truckloads like Costco
I got tons of gas like Texaco
Hundred real niggas ‘round me
From Edgewood to Lil Mexico
Trap house with no doors
A couple mill out the dope bowl
I see through these fake ass niggas
And no I do not trust hoes
You niggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money
You niggas rather beef ‘bout a bitch

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