Scoob Freestyle

What's up? It's your guy, Scooby
Follow me on Twitter, man
I'm killin' beats, no witness. Bad bitch, she strippin'
At the top, still tippin', man, fuck up and listen

I'm on the road to riches, in your nose, you pickin'
Play soccer, I kick it, think I'ma fall, you trippin'
Run it like relay, At the top, toupee
Winnin', no sweepstakes. Play Leaf, you get raked

She love how my nut tastes. Sticky like duct tape
Too late for my meat, She say I mistake
This shit, you toil it, Three times, triple it
Oink, oink, you piglet, Cold mind, I dig it

You do not get it. Guess you're just clueless
No love, fuck you, bitch. Why do I kill shit
I got a hit list. You can call me Hitman
Stone-aged like Caveman. Bob the Builder? Yes, you can

Smoke fruity, toucan. Kill the game, Murder Pacman
Oh, motherfuckin' God, nigga, I do it. No hands
No hands
See my hands? They right here

Nah. Follow me on Twitter. You already know
Scooby. Swag



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Writer(s): Q Miller
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