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dropping shit
Drive by you know we park the bitch
If he diss put that bitch in the floor
Cause gang nem sparking shit
We got 7.62s in this scat bet you can't

my city with them racks nigga

Better not ever ever motherfucking lack nigga
See us coming down that block in that fucking scat nigga
And she got

like that, I'm pushin' dis car
Shit feel like a scat, I'm hawkin ' n speedin
' like why would i mac, wait, hold on, glock
Glock 4forty  three, but one1'

at the mall, that nigga had a frown
I walked away, he mumbled some shit, so I turned around
She was never yours, nigga, bitch, you a fucking clown

In a scat

Pull up pull up in a all black scat pack
Dripped all down ain’t no time for set backs
Tell the dj go and run the track back
I’m feeling cool don’t step

some motherfuckin' plaque
Niggas speakin' on my family, so I laid his ass flat
And then we take off in a scat, this that real shit, that drill shit
If

ain't lyin', she showed My ass
Left me with these weirdo hoes, I almost felt Durk

I've been city to city, scat to SRT Keep up With me, I've been flooded

nigga Targ
Bitch, I'm taxin' for the Zot and I can't bargain
We don't give a fuck how these niggas feel By any means, we gon' touch a meal
Ride Cullinan's

baby
You know we from the trenches, baby
Spin it, block it, spin again, go crazy
I be gettin' high by myself like I'm a loner

I been winnin' lately, but

they not with the team
These niggas gon' hate and  that by any means
Y'all niggas some rats, but y'all ain't got no cheese
You say that that's your scat

Don’t give up on me
The sky is the limit 
I want yo love
Every second and minute 
When i got that scat 
We was vibing in it 
Girl you been here 
Since

it though
Fuck it I just poured a four
My heart it got broke by a bitch
So I fell in love with a drum and stick
Switch on the back so now the Glock

finesse
I feel like I'm blessed
Pull up by my lone
Neva forgetting the chrome
Call a play thru her phone
Shoutout crip 12400 zone
You don't like loyalty got

goddamn she love the bricks
Saved her name as Moby by the way she eat the dick
Bitch I need my quarters back I'm finna send a blitz
Man his raps is toilet

Chanel, and frontal
And I'm off that, you can't even get a call back
I had to fall back, I step on niggas, y'all some doormats
Push a scat pack, Louis

the fuck you think they asking niggas
Fucked yo bag up, but I'm in mine, so why you mad at niggas (Mad at niggas)
Move it all in a day, we back loaded by

wrote it
In the SCAT with my brother, we thuggin' like, fuck it
We might do the dash, too
I get nothin but love when I'm in that buck
They gon' throw up

Chop Pan Knock Turn
Lyrics by Starr Duncan Lowe
© 2023

Spoken Word
Relax all the inhibitions
So you can fly
High in the sky

Let no one
Let no one

on the dick to the ball to the hands
Fucked up so hard, ripped a hole through the pants
This ain't it all, watch a bitch get murked outside

By drivin' tracks,

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh that be by Pookee)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Copping so many bags, yeah, you know I got cash (Cash!)

but she didn't make me cum
One-on-one, bitch, I'm by myself
On my own, in my zone, don't need nobody else

Just like my cheddar up, like it's some bucks

the gold
Its an in n out mission then we slime em then we go
Shorty being to blunt so i pass it to the bro
Yeah i pass it then i go
Yeah yo bags is by

not intimidating
This bitch told me he was broke, so he's eliminated
Couldn't leave you out there by yourself, so I still waited
Don't try and wake me

by Sav
Whole time, you can't get lyft, you gotta pay a cab
What the fuck is a scat, that's a cab to me

Had to slap the fuck out TJ, he smoked a half