Scotti
Jefe x Chris Fuego
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Let me smoke my weed in peace Exhale watch demons leave I can not just leave the streets Seen too many triggers squeeze I know some niggas who trapping So I just be wrapping em up and I'm sending em P's I got a bitch out in Asia Town who keep them bubbas in And she be begging me please Hef Houdini, got tricks up my sleeve Real hot boy, 600 degrees Already know who the heart of the streets They don't let him out then we free'ing BG Right now he down we gone hold it for T I'm just popping my shit and that's how it's gone be Went got that money, put v's in my teeth I don't say I'm the G.O.A.T. They just see it in me Nigga trying to talk about some money He say that he trapping but he ain't even seeing a p I got some people that looking at me as a prophet Yes they just believing in me Firearm with me No I cannot go without it So I guess I got to leave it with me All in my head like Hef you doing good but this ain't where you needing to be I need some money for mansions And I need some money so I can be pushing a v I need some money for my lil bruddas in the project Cause I know they needing to eat I know some niggas ain't clutching right now But they feel D Wade cause they needing the heat I got some people who hopping out bushes for me if you ever insist in the beef I got some niggas in H-Town who just be riding on swangas, they leanin Ain't no Ben 10 but the bitch looked at my watch one time And she turned to a demon I remember back then, na f*ck back Then I'm bussin right now cause them bitches still fiendin' I ain't got time tryna play with a hoe right now I'll tell a bitch Mike Jack beat it JEFE BITCH Let me smoke my weed in peace Exhale watch demons leave I can not just leave the streets Seen too many triggers squeeze I know some niggas who trapping So I just be wrapping em up and I'm sending em P's I got a bitch out in Asia Town who keep them bubbas in And she be begging me please Hef Houdini , got tricks up my sleeve Real hot boy, 600 degrees Already know who the heart of the streets They don't let him out then we free'ing BG Right now he down we gone hold it for T I'm just popping my shit and that's how it's gone be Went got that money put V's in my teeth I don't say I'm the G.O.A.T. They just see it in me These niggas ain't violent Don't know nothin bout it Might catch me a body I'm just being honest Rich Rollin' with Purp got me feeling like Roddy I roll the exotic then beam me up scotti Remember I was younger I was selling narcotic I'm closing the bank with a roll in my pocket Got street money worldwide in London we shopping Stop fucking with cuz he was popping his roxys Cry bout her man got her sneezing and slobbing Then 5 minutes later she sucking it sloppy Real walking prophet, my presence a profit He talking that shit but he know he can't pop it Don't play with Lil Doogie, you know that he got it Don't play with Tig, be the one been done shot ya If you my brudda you know that I gotcha Ain't trusting too many they plotting and watching It's 2 am Wednesday I'm eating hibachi In a condo high rise with a botch bitch Standing by the door selling weed with a chopstick Nigga trying to talk about the people but ain't got shit Caught up in the rumors, he was living in the gossip He was trying to flex for the gram then he got hit I'm a keep the bows in, I'm a keep the za lit You can call me cuz, I ain't really on that slime shit My youngin pourin a 4 or that deuce By myself or with the gang Ima troop Nigga trying to be like me he a dupe 10 bands on me eating wonton soup I don't really want the 4 door, want coupe Young niggas knowing Jefe, he the truth I do the most when I roll up, I scoot I'm in H-Town, long live Ghost and Lou Let me smoke my weed in peace Exhale watch demons leave I can not just leave the streets Seen too many triggers squeeze I know some niggas who trapping So I just be wrapping em up and I'm sending em P's I got a bitch out in Asia Town who keep them bubbas in And she be begging me please Hef Houdini , got tricks up my sleeve Real hot boy, 600 degrees Already know who the heart of the streets They don't let him out then we free'ing BG Right now he down we gone hold it for T I'm just popping my shit and that's how it's gone be Went got that money put V's in my teeth I don't say I'm the G.O.A.T. They just see it in me
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