Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scotties, artist - Griselda. Album song WWCD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda, Interscope Records;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Scotties |
Ayo, ChineGun wore gloves in the summer, doing my numbers |
A pair of jumpers, hollow head lead dumpers (Boom, boom, boom, boom) |
This Louis V shit, Virgil designed it |
I got shot and a few niggas got murdered behind it (I'm right with them niggas) |
Ayo, the MAC shoot silent (Ah), you just seen niggas droppin' |
Who ran the yard? |
Who ran the phone? |
Who had the biggest locker? |
Who had the Glock? |
Who had the MAC? |
Who had the biggest chopper? |
(Brr) |
You gettin' shot, you gettin' whacked, no need to get a doctor (Hahaha) |
Ayo, ain’t no bomin' back, the Louis V lumberjack |
Havin' paperwork parties for killin' all fuckin' rats (Boom, boom, boom, boom, |
boom, boom) |
SE Gang, who can fuck with that? |
My shooter face covered with a bunch of tats, hit him twice, double back (Boom, |
boom) |
A couple hundred racks vacuum sealed with rubber bands |
No money wraps, used to hit niggas with the dummy packs (Hah) |
Ayo, couple gats, '98 Lexus with the bubble back (Skrrt) |
Tom Ford bubble with the third, doin' jumpin' jacks (Doot, doot, doot, doot, |
doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) |
What would ChineGun do? |
You gettin' shot if you ain’t from here (Yeah) |
Closet full of blood bottoms, you can’t afford one pair (Hahahaha) |
You niggas can’t compare, this shit is unfair (Talk to 'em) |
Take a rapper chain and let my son wear it (Hah, yeah, ayy, look) |
I remember listenin' to Wu in '95 (Five) |
Got my first strap from Conway in '99 (Nine) |
Paper, I was tryna find, that summer, I learned how to ride |
Get in one shootout and my homie quit on me and got a job (You pussy) |
Look how it happened (Uh-huh) |
My whole family on, we like the Jacksons |
You sold white, you might could imagine that type of status (Yeah) |
First I cut open a slab, then light a Backwood |
While the fiends cook the dope in the spoon while strikin' matches, uh |
I rose from the streets, I did the most with the least |
My team had the best numbers when the coke wasn’t cheap |
Fuck your plug’s plug, 'cause I can get both numbers beat |
It’s five hundred a bottle, but the hoes want it free (Your bitch got it) |
I was there when them bricks was stamped, you was scared when them trips was |
planned |
Nigga, I can fit a whale in the big sedan (Ah) |
You gon' probably take a L if I lift this hand (Brr) |
Haters be your biggest fans, then they take the witness stand |
Let’s go |