Scat Pack
(Aye pipe up Hoodrich!)
In the scat, I been chasing a check
I ain't going for this
I ain't going for that
That's my slatty, my twizzy, he know he my slatt
I'ma get to the paper I'm working for that
Got like three to four bodies up in the Maybach
If you think you tough then I'm calling up Blatt
That's my nigga, my flipper, he get the big bucks
If you run up on us, then you testing your luck
Got two to three poles in a hemi truck
And I'm not tryna kill put the semi up
Okay so slip it
Blast it
Put him in a casket
Pour up a 'fo and I'm feeling fantastic
Dropping the hoe because that hoe was too nasty
I want a hoe that is covered in plastic
I want a hoe that's gonna run that shit up
Came back out the spot and I doubled my cup
Don't wanna be seen
Roll the windows up!
Got cash on me filling every truck
I'm finna get mean, throw the seven up
This hoe bouncing hydraulics
Bad hoes out in college
And I would've hit, but I know she got mileage
I'm the flyest young nigga they call me a pilot
I'm in L.A. and I'm starting a riot
Big AMG and I might have to buy it
Roll up this gas and get gone
That's your little hoe and she giving me dome
I don't really care about you at your home
She listen to me and say, "Baby you cold"
I told that bitch that I know
I'm playing this shit for the young and the old
This bitch told me that I was bold
Open the safe and I'm adding some more
The beat switched up I'ma do it again
I don't want you, bitch I'm wanting your friend
Bitch I am having it
Pulled out the Glock and you know I'm attacking it
Clip so long that shit look immaculate
But nigga you know I'm not passing it
He started talking, he putting that cap in it
I got the sauce, you can see that I'm having it
Nigga you stupid don't call me an average
In the scat, I been chasing a check
I ain't going for this
I ain't going for that
That's my slatty, my twizzy, he know he my slatt
I'ma get to the paper I'm working for that
Got like three to four bodies up in the Maybach
If you think you tough then I'm calling up Blatt
That's my nigga, my flipper, he get the big bucks
If you run up on us, then you testing your luck
Got two to three poles in a hemi truck
And I'm not tryna kill put the semi up
In the scat, I been chasing a check
I ain't going for this
I ain't going for that
That's my slatty, my twizzy, he know he my slatt
I'ma get to the paper I'm working for that
Got like three to four bodies up in the Maybach
If you think you tough then I'm calling up Blatt
That's my nigga, my flipper, he get the big bucks
If you run up on us, then you testing your luck
Got two to three poles in a hemi truck
And I'm not tryna kill put the semi up
Okay so slip it
Blast it
Put him in a casket
Pour up a 'fo and I'm feeling fantastic
Dropping the hoe because that hoe was too nasty
I want a hoe that is covered in plastic
I want a hoe that's gonna run that shit up
Came back out the spot and I doubled my cup
Don't wanna be seen
Roll the windows up!
Got cash on me filling every truck
I'm finna get mean, throw the seven up
This hoe bouncing hydraulics
Bad hoes out in college
And I would've hit, but I know she got mileage
I'm the flyest young nigga they call me a pilot
I'm in L.A. and I'm starting a riot
Big AMG and I might have to buy it
Roll up this gas and get gone
That's your little hoe and she giving me dome
I don't really care about you at your home
She listen to me and say, "Baby you cold"
I told that bitch that I know
I'm playing this shit for the young and the old
This bitch told me that I was bold
Open the safe and I'm adding some more
The beat switched up I'ma do it again
I don't want you, bitch I'm wanting your friend
Bitch I am having it
Pulled out the Glock and you know I'm attacking it
Clip so long that shit look immaculate
But nigga you know I'm not passing it
He started talking, he putting that cap in it
I got the sauce, you can see that I'm having it
Nigga you stupid don't call me an average
In the scat, I been chasing a check
I ain't going for this
I ain't going for that
That's my slatty, my twizzy, he know he my slatt
I'ma get to the paper I'm working for that
Got like three to four bodies up in the Maybach
If you think you tough then I'm calling up Blatt
That's my nigga, my flipper, he get the big bucks
If you run up on us, then you testing your luck
Got two to three poles in a hemi truck
And I'm not tryna kill put the semi up
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Writer(s): K R
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