The Scotts

We see the hype outside
Right from the house, uh
Took it straight from outside
Straight to the couch
We put the mic outside
Air that shit out, uh
You lettin' the Scotts outside
We runnin' the scouts
Ain't no controllin' the gang
They never leave
I got tats over my veins
'Cause that what I bleed
She drink a lot of the bourbon
Like she from the street, uh
We got control of the flows and

We heard that your wave went dry
We floodin' the drought, uh
Heard that your hood outside
We added some routes
We havin' the goods outside
Move it in and out
You lettin' the Scotts outside
We runnin' the scouts

Nigga, the cops outside (yeah)
Lock up the house (yeah, yeah)
We keep the team on high (huh)
Some gold in they mouth (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, the Porsche outside (huh)
Without the top (yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah)
She want a mimosa-sa (yeah)
Bring in the shots (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tell these phony bitches "beat it"
With that Photoshoppin', body Adobe, help me
She in there makin' panini, she know I got all the bread
She know me, got it
On my hustle, havin' visions
It's been a minute since my niggas done owned it, howdy (huh, huh)
Cleveland boy, he make 'em pay
Yes, that Cleveland boy, he done made a way, hey

Headed for somewhere to go, anywhere cinema these, these
Niggas don't know where to go
Gotta keep givin' 'em heat, heat (yeah)
Time to go double though, time they add up the math, math
And I've been dealin' with so many things, havin' so many dreams