[Chorus: Lor Scoota]
Who the fuck told y'all who up next? (that's me)
Who still in the trenches that rap? (that's me)
Who the fuck told y'all about dope? (that's me)
Who showed y'all scramble coke and smack? (that's me)
That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me
Don't lie lil nigga, you know that's me
Got pies, Thanksgiving, everybody gon' eat
Diamonds all on my chain, foreign shoes on my feet
[Verse 1: Lor Scoota]
That's me, show up to the club thirty deep
Only YBS niggas with me
Foreign shit on from the head to the feet
Walk in the spot, spotlight on me
I'm gettin' used to it, used to be lowkey
Got the gun in the party, ain't nobody check me
Say it like DeJ Loaf, let a nigga try me
You talkin' 'bout bread, got loaf on me
Everybody know me
Mister blast through, that's me
Still in the trenches that's me
Up Next, that's me
YBS, that's me
Them the only three letters I see
I rep my city, like no nigga ever did it
And that's why everybody feel it
Baltimore City, home of the snakes and gorillas
Nosy bitches all in your business
Sold dope, tote pistols
That's me bitch nigga, bad bitch, that's me bitch nigga
You still sell nickels
Broke ass dope penny pincher
Caught the bird flu this winter
No more packs, sittin' at the table, no dinner
Double oh cap, four cappers
Cut the phone off 'cause I don't wanna be distracted
Whole lot of blow I'm handling (that's me)
Nigga what you know about trappin'?
I was on the block before I would start rappin'
Running from the cops, hundred pills in my jacket
Never had a father, I guess I'm a bastard
Hopped off the porch and I ain't never looked backwards
Still in the streets getting it in with the rachets
Bust my gun at any one of you faggots
Whatever that record deal pay we can match it
Y'all ain't real niggas, y'all just rapping
You don't ball like me, you ain't no captain
You the type nigga pull off in a camel
I'm they type nigga put on for my family
[?] to the Villy, I be everywhere shagging
Hop on the beat, let my nuts start dragging
I can go anywhere on this atlas
Street cred good, in your hood relaxin'
Who the fuck told y'all who up next? (that's me)
Who still in the trenches that rap? (that's me)
Who the fuck told y'all about dope? (that's me)
Who showed y'all scramble coke and smack? (that's me)
That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me
Don't lie lil nigga, you know that's me
Got pies, Thanksgiving, everybody gon' eat
Diamonds all on my chain, foreign shoes on my feet
[Verse 1: Lor Scoota]
That's me, show up to the club thirty deep
Only YBS niggas with me
Foreign shit on from the head to the feet
Walk in the spot, spotlight on me
I'm gettin' used to it, used to be lowkey
Got the gun in the party, ain't nobody check me
Say it like DeJ Loaf, let a nigga try me
You talkin' 'bout bread, got loaf on me
Everybody know me
Mister blast through, that's me
Still in the trenches that's me
Up Next, that's me
YBS, that's me
Them the only three letters I see
I rep my city, like no nigga ever did it
And that's why everybody feel it
Baltimore City, home of the snakes and gorillas
Nosy bitches all in your business
Sold dope, tote pistols
That's me bitch nigga, bad bitch, that's me bitch nigga
You still sell nickels
Broke ass dope penny pincher
Caught the bird flu this winter
No more packs, sittin' at the table, no dinner
Double oh cap, four cappers
Cut the phone off 'cause I don't wanna be distracted
Whole lot of blow I'm handling (that's me)
Nigga what you know about trappin'?
I was on the block before I would start rappin'
Running from the cops, hundred pills in my jacket
Never had a father, I guess I'm a bastard
Hopped off the porch and I ain't never looked backwards
Still in the streets getting it in with the rachets
Bust my gun at any one of you faggots
Whatever that record deal pay we can match it
Y'all ain't real niggas, y'all just rapping
You don't ball like me, you ain't no captain
You the type nigga pull off in a camel
I'm they type nigga put on for my family
[?] to the Villy, I be everywhere shagging
Hop on the beat, let my nuts start dragging
I can go anywhere on this atlas
Street cred good, in your hood relaxin'
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