Scoping With That Red Dot Juicy J (Ft. Lil Gin)

[Chorus: S.O.G.]
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep, deep—deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
When I creep, with a blast, at your face, you will dash
To the ground you will crash, put asleep on your back
Was a wound from the boom, Infrared, left 'em dead
To the head, exploded lead, now you know this nigga's feed
To the crow, like a ho, slow ditch the Glock, chop with a saw
Stuff 'em in a box, witness your murder
Plus I see a river, float like a boat, nigga
Triple six, killer, hangin' in the hideaway
Dead bodies got away, starin' at the tele-V
I see somе pictures of my face
Run to the woods, chеck my traps
Two little kids, shall I snap?
Psychic thoughts running through my motherfuckin' mind
Shall I creep, shall I bust another cap?
Jealous niggas can't relate
Bullets poppin' to demonstrate the slick way
Constantly spread your face, way to communicate
Dead with your eyes open, nigga, you's a mark
Better duck, better dodge, don't flauge when you pull off our block
Play your cards smart