Where My Scale

Ay, gang, ay

No Hooks Part Two, bitch

You know I'm rockin', ****

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch

YSN, young street ****

(Gang gang, boom)

Tell that bitch where my scale at

Bitch, I talk that cocaine shit 'cause I sell that

Try and rob me and, yeah, make sure you gon' fail that

Hit you with this chopper clamp your ass like a bear trap

Hold on, we gon' rob you for your pounds, we need that

Have your plug calling, cryin', talkin' 'bout get my weed back

Have your bitch callin', cryin', talkin' 'bout get my weave back

I fuck her from the back, pull out her tracks and delete that

If you want beef, pick a spot we could meet at

Like a perm, put this hot heat where your head at

In your house where you sleeping, where your bed at?

You wanna bet he can fuck with me? Where your bread at?

Dope runner, bitch, I drop off packs like I'm FedEx

I caressed her throat, yeah, your bitch gave me head sex

Catch you out in traffic, aim this heat at your head rest

.223 big bullet holes in your lil chest

.223 big bullet holes in your lil vest

Ambulance come, I'ma leave they ass a big mess

I hit the mall and I fuck it up, bitch, I'm too fresh

I can't show no love to these hoes 'cause they suspect

Ridin' round looking for some opps we could bust at

He said that's his bitch, I didn't know I been fucked that

I send her on her way, transportation she get bus pass

I got a new Glock, new opps, new MACs

Are you a cool guy? Put some hot bullets in your cool ass

Runnin' out of hiding spots, I'ma need a new stash, ay

You can find me where the freaks at

You can find me in that trap selling blue bags

You can always find me where the streets at

He say he want beef, we gon' make him eat that

You know I'ma dog on a bitch, where yo leash at?

In Miami, red Ferrari, you can find me where the heat's at

When it's war time you get toe-tagged, homicide

Streets got me traumatized, doors up, butterfly

Boy, you ain't no mothafuckin killa

Boy, you ain't no mothafuckin hitta (You a bitch)

I remember selling soft rock, realer

To the dope fiends now they yellin', "Aw, my ****"

We get banana clips if you think you a gorilla

Hit your block then we play Monkey in the Middle

Bitch, bitch, bitch, gang

Gang, gang, gang

No Hooks Part Two, bitch

You know I'm rockin', ****

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch

Ay