Our Year (feat. MBB)
Bebe
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33 Inches you can call me Scotty Country ass nigga what you thought about robbing No nigga scare me I ain't never had fear Focus on money ain't nothing like my peers Want hundreds not hoes That's commas no periods You gotta sign in to go be who you is Internet gangsta that shit really snitching Adding my twin, really wish that you didn't You know bout that last time y'all did it for attention Yeah, shit got wicked Changing the subject ain't never sip bubbly Had to get off the lean that shit do something to me Poppin these percs and it made me go crazy Got all these hoes tryna push out my baby Ain't cuffing no hoes only hunnids I'm saving Anything to get cash still won't tell if you pay me Need it all now I ain't taking no payments And I ain't gone stop juggin til a young nigga famous If I ain't got me who got me 33 Years you can call me Scotty 17 Shots lemon squeeze I pop it Twin got a 30 on the bottom of the glocky Country ass nigga what you thought about robbing Rethink quick musta lost yo wallet This our year f*ck nigga can't stop it Going up quick we the brand new topic Talk about us we the top of the game Most of these niggas they lame they gone change Loyalty deep that shit in my veins I'ma ride for my dawg and I know he the same I don't even lie if I said it I mean it Nigga dissed on a guy see there I ain't finish Twin love to spin sum don't even get dizzy I got the sauce from the bank not the kitchen Cookin up checks I ain't cooking up chicken I can AP OT I'm all bout the business You know what that mean I can hit from a distance I ball like the Hawks my new bitch a Piston She can tell by the walk that I'm really gettin it These niggas all talk but who really spin shit Shit off the top ain't none of it written No coach calling plays all we know blitz em Young nigga popping it huh Brodie gave me the ticket I'm copping it 32 For a bag ain't no dropping it Put the tool on ya man watch ya potna hit Running off on the plug with them counterfeits It was tears in my eyes when the candles lit But I learned my lesson that shit was a blessing Nigga I cannot count on shit Blues in my pocket I can't count a fit Lost all my potnas I can't count a friend I get it popping but they steady talking I pull out this drac and I empty the clip Reload again and I hand it to Clippz I gotta pop it they know that I walk it I hate when they talking I cover my ears Pain in my voice I got blood in my tears No nigga scare me I ain't never had fear Focus on money ain't nothing like my peers Want hundreds not hoes That's commas no periods You gotta sign in to go be who you is Internet gangsta that shit really snitching Adding my twin, really wish that you didn't You know bout that last time y'all did it for attention Yeah, shit got wicked Changing the subject ain't never sip bubbly Had to get off the lean that shit do something to me Poppin these percs and it made me go crazy Got all these hoes tryna push out my baby Ain't cuffing no hoes only hunnids I'm saving Anything to get cash still won't tell if you pay me Need it all now I ain't taking no payments And I ain't gone stop juggin til a young nigga famous
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