Scotty Gang
Cocaine sh**, man
[Verse 1: Vito La Bamba]
b**h I'm a King
My life filled with action
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Work through and dip, po-po's start clappin'
So many ratchets, I can't make sh** happen
Know I got Glizzy tucked under the hoodie
Come through with the shots, b**h call me Billy
Not cuffing no hoe, b**h is you silly?
[Verse 2: 10 40 Shawty]
I just bought a pole and I'm thirsty to try it out
Them bullets start squirting and flying out
n***as see us and start searching for hideouts
When they see us we might murk 'em and hideout (boom)
p**y boy, I'll blow your mind out
Can't take the shots, take a permanent timeout
You just gotta watch, it's my time now
Off the same sh** that had k**ed Amy Winehouse (whoa)
[Verse 3: Vito La Bamba]
Roll up on your a** with the semi
I ain't go alone, Scotty Gang rollin' with me
Riding through the city, blowin' loud by the fifty
Pipes got 20 but I only bagged 50
50 on the dash cause you know this ride a hemi
Know she uh go and do the dance for some Remy
She in love with the king, put a crown on her titty
[Verse 4: 10 40 Shawty]
You n***as can't f** with me
Money over b**hes cause I can't trust b**hes
Ain't it funny how it goes with these 20's and these 50's?
Make your woman do these dishes
I a**ume, I am first
They approve, that's the worst, thing for you
Put that n***a a** down like no work day for you
It's your birthday, the cool make you whisper, n***a
24/7, tearin off n***a. Don't miss n***a
[Verse 5: Vito La Bamba]
Came out the cut, can't believe what I'm grippin'
David Blane rueger, I ping, you go missin'
Leave a f** n***a brain on the dishes
(Bop) blood and c**aine on the dishes
10-40 c**aine on the dishes
Coke King insane, go insane on you b**hes
Y'all can't take the heat, I'm gon stay in the kitchen
And b**h I be whippin', this coke I be flippin'
[Verse 6: 10-40 Shawty]
So pardon my offense, b**h
I gotta b**h named Nina you can kiss b**h
With a scope, hit a n***a from a distance
Make a n***a tuck and roll like a gymnast
I'm in the kitchen, on the stove like a chemist
I load the chopper, let it unload 'til it finish
I know some b**hes s** the soul out a menace
I know some n***as sold they soul for them Benzes
[Verse 7: Vito La Bamba]
They gon k** me? That'll never happen
Keep an automatic, catch his a** in traffic
Bullets touch his back
That n***a turned around, my n***as knocked him out
Forget the 1 on 1's, we play with army guns
Bullets block the sun, big revolver sh**
I co*k back with a, force that'll tear you apart
Them bullets hit they mark
Put your a** in the dark
[Bridge: Vito La Bamba]
Sleep dis on Scotty, boy I'm on your top
Set him up with thots
Waiting at your door, with Berettas co*ked
They gon k** a king? Must be smokin' rocks
b**h I got juice. No I'm not Pac
Talk to Scotty? You can find me at the spot
I'm in these streets and I'm lookin for Ops
See a Op, I'ma blow his top
(bop bop bop bop)
[Verse 8: 10 40 Shawty]
f** n***a can't score up on the benches
33 and got me feeling like I'm Pippen
Catch a body like I caught somebody slippin'
Get it? Like I caught somebody slippin'
n***as see me like they saw somebody different
Broke bodies don't get boughtup to existence
Told Scotty I don't need no co-existence
Cause I body everybody like there's no competition
Now say this sh** isn't scary
When you know a n***a coming, tryna get you buried
See I got a premonition, visionary
Put my dick up in your mouth, call it dictionary
I'll run up in your house, come out the b**h with Mary
I been playing cat and mouse, but this ain't Tom and Jerry
How the f** did you not know that I was automatic
f** around a throw my bows up, make this Armageddon
[Hook: Vito La Bamba]
And we ain't heard nothing bout you
These n***as is rappers, these n***as ain't savage
We'll send shots at you
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