Testo Scouts - TRAPMAT SAVIOR feat. Nicholas Craven, Forest N/A & willjxmes
Testo della canzone Scouts (TRAPMAT SAVIOR feat. Nicholas Craven, Forest N/A & willjxmes), tratta dall'album Scottie Trippin
So hes better than you?
Yes
And stacks more paper and gets more hoes than you?
Absolutely
She sent a letter with sum paper it was all brown
Niggas greedy stop eatin when the god round
Free my cousin niggas locked for licking off rounds
Who the fuck done let the doggies out the dog pound?
Keep on playin with the dogs I let the dogs out uh
You the type to get really froggy when them boys round uh
Them bitches seen them flashing lights it got em all round up
We was down up in that mud but boy we ballin now
It's whole lot of niggas that went and hated
But no I didn't trip cus i'm they father now
This shit day and night boy I ain't slowing down
They tried to play like a young nigga was a fool
Smoke the gas baby go head ease it down
She been trippin I always been in and out
I'm Always in another town
Ain't fuck round with the fuck arounds
I smoke ur dead I'll smoke a pound
Left birdies at ya mama house
Got Stupid J's we be fallin out
Like Willie James we ballin out
Stacks brolic fuck I look like signin for a small amount
Found the prices cause I sought em out
Talkin bout me watch ya mouth
Got a shotta walk ya down
This shit get hotter than the south
I'm witcha bitch I'm in her mouth
If you see me know it's - around
I'm on the grind I ain sittin' down
Ask bout Will up in the south
I bet my og's never had no doubts
No they ain't think I can take this route
But I'm treating this shit like I'm hooping for scouts
Times was rough, yea my times were fast
I went left all my feelings up in the past
I remember days that I used to crash
Yea it's Knockout Boyz giving out belt to ass
I'm Always in another town
Ain't fuck round with the fuck arounds
I smoke ur dead I'll smoke a pound
Left birdies at ya mama house
Got Stupid J's we be fallin out
Like Willie James we ballin out
Stacks brolic fuck I look like signin for a small amount
Found the prices cause I sought em out
Talkin bout me watch ya mouth
Got a shotta walk ya down
This shit get hotter than the south
I'm witcha bitch I'm in her mouth
If you see me know it's - around
I'm on the grind I ain sittin' down
Credits
Writer(s): William James, Nicholas Craven, Michael Hoarau, Mathis Jadotte
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