Scale
Hello, Duvin
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
I couldn't get in
So, I kicked in tha' doe
He wanna be groovin'
We groove wit' a pole
Lookin' like Rangers
Them sticks never miss
We up on yo block
And, we leavin' a mess
On the way up
Them niggas act slick
But, without you
These nigga ain't shit
Walk with a limp
And, I'm totin' a stick
I keep me some jackets
I'm not getting hit
To Keep it five hunnit
My niggas won't quit
Niggas don't know
They just crumble away
Not made for the pressure
Can't carry the weight
And If they come by
Nigga, send em' away
Niggas be snitchin'
Be givin' 'em play
The laws peepin' game
And Y'all give it away
Dance with the devil
You won't get away
Damn
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
Trap on the block
I ain't worried 'bout cops
Keep me a nine and I keep me a Glock
That's your main hoe
But to me she a thot
Quit all that talkin'
You know what I'm bout
Men comin' in while you stay in the drop
Yo daddy a rat
Which mean you is a mouse
These niggas get caught up
Start running they mouth
My dawg in the feds
He was moving them pounds
My brudda caught life
Cuz he slangin' them rounds
I love shootin' choppas
I love how they sound
Cop pull me over
They bringin' out hounds
Nigga try me
And that same day he die
Shoot for the head
We don't aim for the sky
Swear you a wolf
But, this sheep in disguise
They ain't caught nobody
Them boys steady lyin'
They ain't got nobodies
Them boys steady lyin'
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
I couldn't get in
So, I kicked in tha' doe
He wanna be groovin'
We groove wit' a pole
Lookin' like Rangers
Them sticks never miss
We up on yo block
And, we leavin' a mess
On the way up
Them niggas act slick
But, without you
These nigga ain't shit
Walk with a limp
And, I'm totin' a stick
I keep me some jackets
I'm not getting hit
To Keep it five hunnit
My niggas won't quit
Niggas don't know
They just crumble away
Not made for the pressure
Can't carry the weight
And If they come by
Nigga, send em' away
Niggas be snitchin'
Be givin' 'em play
The laws peepin' game
And Y'all give it away
Dance with the devil
You won't get away
Damn
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
Trap on the block
I ain't worried 'bout cops
Keep me a nine and I keep me a Glock
That's your main hoe
But to me she a thot
Quit all that talkin'
You know what I'm bout
Men comin' in while you stay in the drop
Yo daddy a rat
Which mean you is a mouse
These niggas get caught up
Start running they mouth
My dawg in the feds
He was moving them pounds
My brudda caught life
Cuz he slangin' them rounds
I love shootin' choppas
I love how they sound
Cop pull me over
They bringin' out hounds
Nigga try me
And that same day he die
Shoot for the head
We don't aim for the sky
Swear you a wolf
But, this sheep in disguise
They ain't caught nobody
Them boys steady lyin'
They ain't got nobodies
Them boys steady lyin'
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
I move wit' a pole
And I got me a shell
What he gon' do
My big homie on bail
Money fuck bitches
I hope you can tell
Drop me a nigga inside of the well
Barrel still smokin'
We tossin' the scale
Foldin' a nigga
He crossin' the line
Usin' the scissors
To cut me a line
If he reachin' fo' gold
Then I'm reachin' fo' mine
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Sonora
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