Scorpion

The beat boss
Yeah
Scorpion, Scorpion, Scorpion

Pussyboy changed on me and now he's lookin' like a scorpion (Scorpion)
No, my dargies ain't playing hand tings, them man pull up with Scorpions (Scorpions)
Pull up on it in so many whips the mandem think that I've been torturing (torturing)
Got V's on my wrist, I'm deep in this shit, fans ask have I been smokin'?
Yeah, yeah
My niggas be shotta's on the opp block
Them man are recording it
Got hand tings that look like they're fresh out the box
My shotties are ornaments
Got so many numbers and comma's in my bank
They look like coordinates
I'm droppin' the price when everyone's got food

But I cannot forfeit cheques

He's a scorpion (Scorpion)
My darg left the cage I bought him in (I did it)
But my other one hates, I can't talk to him
And it's makin' me sick, just the thought of it
For real (for real)
I see my young boys all in a stolen car
Then it's facts them man 'bout to go to war (war)
Them youtes tried to slide like a photo, darg
Got shot, think twice before you go to store, yeah
The trap was the love of my life (life)
Me and my pack used to cuddle at night (night)
My savage needs cake and I cut him a slice
'Cause when we go raving he snuck in the pipe
Out in the back, covered in ice
Only thing melting's the love of your life

He mentioned my name a couple of times
I can't wait to show him what my brothers are like (PG)

Bullet's flying, mums crying
Windows smashing, that's a ricochet (yeah)
When it's time to slide, you know that's just how my nigga's play (yeah)
Fuck a 9-to-5 we're outside, show me the quickest way (where)
Money is time and I can't waste mine up in the prison mate
Yo she wanna' chew it
I walked in with sixty and blew it (blew it)
Nah this ain't no fake rap, I do it (do it)
They hatin' on me 'cause they knew it (knew it)
Your lady with me and she choosing (choosing)

You ain't with the team then you're losing (losing)
Play with my G, leave you snoozing (snoozing)
You guys say you're dripping, I'm oozing (oozing)

Pussyboy changed on me and now he's lookin' like a scorpion (Scorpion)
No, my dargies ain't playing hand tings, them man pull up with Scorpions (Scorpions)
Pull up on it in so many whips the mandem think that I've been torturing (torturing)
Got V's on my wrist, I'm deep in this shit, fans ask have I been smokin'?
Yeah, yeah
My niggas be shotta's on the opp block
Them man are recording it
Got hand tings that look like they're fresh out the box
My shotties are ornaments

Got so many numbers and comma's in my bank
They look like coordinates
I'm droppin' the price when everyone's got food
But I cannot forfeit cheques

Me and my brother's we got it (so)
We only run from the law
I got some money from rap, now it's a fact that I've seen that I'll be coming for more
I flooded my wrist, I flooded my neck
I flooded my fingers, I flooded my jaw
My darg got three phones to work for the summer

So we ain't coming on tour
They know Fred when I come in Dior
They know I turn one into four (four)
They know the coke's nothin' but raw (raw)

They know we opp's and leave blood on the floor

She wanna' chew it (chew that)
Walked in with sixty and blew it (I blew that)
This ain't no fake rap, I do it (I do that)
They hatin' on me 'cause they knew it (yeah-yeah)

I run up a hundred, I run up two hundred
I run up a half ticket
I'm talkin' 'bout guns and drugs and landed myself in charts with it
Someone got slapped, all in the ends and I heard the dargs did it
I let the food go cook in the trap, keep my eye on it just for the last minute (last minute)
Pussy, don't ask me shit

I left nigga's way in the past with it
360 cameras on my car and shit
I don't look out the window when I'm parking this (no)
Old-heads still get the large with it
They ain't shot no-one since Prada kits

I try use my mind but my hearts in it
If my bro needs he can ask for it (yeah)

Bullet's flying, mums crying
Windows smashing, that's a ricochet (yeah)
When it's time to slide, you know that's just how my nigga's play (yeah)
Fuck a 9-to-5 we're outside, show me the quickest way (where?)
Money is time and I can't waste mine up in the prison, mate

Yo, she wanna' chew it (chew it)
I walked in with sixty and blew it (blew it)
This ain't no fake rap, I do it (I do that)
They hatin' on me 'cause they knew it (yeah-yeah)
Your lady with me and she choosing (choosing)
You ain't with the team then you're losing (losing)
Play with my G, leave you snoozing (snoozing)
You guys say you're dripping, I'm oozing (oozing)

The beat boss



Credits
Writer(s): Marvin William Bailey, Christopher Hamer
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