Son Scotty - #ReceiptFreestyle1 lyrics

[Verse] They say birds of a feather they flock together But if one got popped would they drop together Eye of the storm so you know what kind of weather The gale force winds So them birds do get dropped together Lyrically clever My rhymes is real Y'alls pleather Talkin bout the cars you got n***a whatever Last week I saw you waiting on the NFTA And the week before that it was trips up the freeway But don't trip up if them boys pull up They got you steppin' out the car and they shutting you up If you ever see me out in public say what what If not ya girl gon call me photoshop for the way im touching her up And if you dont believe me my G Then call my bluff But you gon loose all ya cash cause of my royal flush Written on receipt tape so the life is finite Hands clap in the air when you rock the mic right And I be spittin it Cool calm collected on my written sh** I stay on my ps and qs and away from censorship It's imminent that I be the illest kid rippin it From lands unknown to yo home straight k**in it I been raw way before I had a soda sip and smart before my dad told me how to stack my chips Im Son Scotty #21