Scat (feat. Tu)
Yeee
It's a dun da dun
Soulja Livin' Tru, nigga
You know that
I'm in that Scat, don't get tapped, I'm bout to lose it, yeah
Me and Tu get bands out that trap, not no music, yeah
Nigga think we ain't really bout that there, must be stupid, yeah
Don't wanna see them smackers hop out that van and get the gooking, yeah
Clucker told me he know it was blicker, he could see the scale
Niggas lie, women lie, only thing I believe is sales
I ain't a jit, no more nigga, I can't believe in tales
I'm bout to open up a powder store, cause I got plates for sale
Dope so strong, you can taste the smell
You know the pole stay with me like keenan and kel
You know I'm due for a win, I've been taking them l's
You won't make it up top, the demons take you to hell
Now it's wishes to bring 'em back, they ain't taking it well
My scammer homies jack too, they say they taking your wells
I got green wock too, I get the case by the 12
Niggas know bout Soulja Livin' Tru, we really on that for real
I be doing deals, still ain't got me a deal
Bro got caught up with them pills, tryna get an appeal
Lil bro don't talk about them kills, but that nigga will kill
Don't nobody know for real, but that nigga for real
Pulling out that scat, I'm bout to lose it, yeah
You sending out that pack, I could move it, yeah
Ain't tryna hear no cop, change the music, yeah
I don't even wanna rap, let's just do it, yeah
Fuck this rap shit, I'm bout to put my mask back on
Show me love out of state, but niggas hating back home
Pop out with that black thing, but now I'm going back home
Soulja Livin' Tru, 758, that's my zone
Free lil Stick, free Head and free O-head
Just talked to Cleve and he told me get the most bread
She playing both sides, send a bitch, make sure that hoe dead
Then holla back, I'm doing donuts in a scat pack
Beam on the calico, I made that bitch go rat-a-tat
Matter of fact, I'ma throw him like a quarterback
Half-quarter pounds, if you want it, you can order that
We ain't light trapping, stupid dummy, we got more than that
Can't forget the fact I'm in this bitch with lil puwop
Rapping and he trapping, this nigga might have a few jobs
Hoorah, I've been going against the odds it's a newborn
It's a dun-dun-dun if it's ever bout the guwop
Pulling out that scat, I'm bout to lose it, yeah
You sending out that pack, I could move it, yeah
Ain't trying to have no cop, change the music, yeah
I don't even wanna rap, let's just do it, yeah
It's a dun da dun
Soulja Livin' Tru, nigga
You know that
I'm in that Scat, don't get tapped, I'm bout to lose it, yeah
Me and Tu get bands out that trap, not no music, yeah
Nigga think we ain't really bout that there, must be stupid, yeah
Don't wanna see them smackers hop out that van and get the gooking, yeah
Clucker told me he know it was blicker, he could see the scale
Niggas lie, women lie, only thing I believe is sales
I ain't a jit, no more nigga, I can't believe in tales
I'm bout to open up a powder store, cause I got plates for sale
Dope so strong, you can taste the smell
You know the pole stay with me like keenan and kel
You know I'm due for a win, I've been taking them l's
You won't make it up top, the demons take you to hell
Now it's wishes to bring 'em back, they ain't taking it well
My scammer homies jack too, they say they taking your wells
I got green wock too, I get the case by the 12
Niggas know bout Soulja Livin' Tru, we really on that for real
I be doing deals, still ain't got me a deal
Bro got caught up with them pills, tryna get an appeal
Lil bro don't talk about them kills, but that nigga will kill
Don't nobody know for real, but that nigga for real
Pulling out that scat, I'm bout to lose it, yeah
You sending out that pack, I could move it, yeah
Ain't tryna hear no cop, change the music, yeah
I don't even wanna rap, let's just do it, yeah
Fuck this rap shit, I'm bout to put my mask back on
Show me love out of state, but niggas hating back home
Pop out with that black thing, but now I'm going back home
Soulja Livin' Tru, 758, that's my zone
Free lil Stick, free Head and free O-head
Just talked to Cleve and he told me get the most bread
She playing both sides, send a bitch, make sure that hoe dead
Then holla back, I'm doing donuts in a scat pack
Beam on the calico, I made that bitch go rat-a-tat
Matter of fact, I'ma throw him like a quarterback
Half-quarter pounds, if you want it, you can order that
We ain't light trapping, stupid dummy, we got more than that
Can't forget the fact I'm in this bitch with lil puwop
Rapping and he trapping, this nigga might have a few jobs
Hoorah, I've been going against the odds it's a newborn
It's a dun-dun-dun if it's ever bout the guwop
Pulling out that scat, I'm bout to lose it, yeah
You sending out that pack, I could move it, yeah
Ain't trying to have no cop, change the music, yeah
I don't even wanna rap, let's just do it, yeah
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Writer(s): Daniel Lewis
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