Top Songs By Scottie4szns
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tymain Robbins
Songwriter:in
Derrick D Scott
Songwriter:in
Tre Burney iii
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yeah, aye, look, look, look
I don't be paying attention to **** who cap on my body
I'm tryna get rich, yeah you know that it's Scottie
I'm straight out the 4 so you know how it go
I can't go like the hoe I can't do it, I'm sorry
Look at these rappers I feel like they babies
I cannot take me a vacation to Maury, callin' a spade a spade
Pass it to curry he hittin' the J
Hey, one of a kind shiftin' the culture with lines
Like Eve I'm blowin' they minds I'm on a high
Without even puffin' the za, It ain't bout cash, I decline
I don't get caught up in socials, most **** livin' a lie
I ain't surprised, showin' they face on the cam just to hide
Pass it to K.D. I'm throwin' a lob
Aye, **** be feelin' they self, they need to be passin' the belt
Keep that on my shelf, I ain't that humble
Because I be wearin' my wealth it speaks for itself, okay
How you be ballin' but none of your shots is fallin
You **** is fadin' away, I don't be talkin' about playin
Like passive-aggressive whenever I'm passin' the J
**** should stay in your place, y'all just be clutterin' space
Woah, yeah, I got her clothes on her legs
You just be hopin' to taste, oh, aye
I got an eighth in the cone and this bitch is ready to face, yeah
Aye, I let it bang like a judge whenever he closin' the case, yeah
Bitch, get your hand out my pocket I call this the tip of the top
I pull up to the spot and I rock it, I pull up and she get to toppin'
I want it, I jump out the gym to go get it like Toppin
Aye, she pop it, lock it, and drop it I twist and I pull her like Bop It
Then sendin' your girl back home topless then I take a trip to the tropics
The life that I'm livin' is toxic
Aye, you know how we rockin' I'm sendin' them birds
And we locked in, I'm gettin' them gone if you shoppin', I'm cuttin' the product
I'm croppin' I'm these ****' favorite option
I'm gettin' the block lit
There's so many things that I'm jugglin', aye
If I have peace, then it's puzzlin', aye
Please don't confuse it for weakness you come to my waters, just know that it's
troublin', aye
Let it breathe
Let it breathe
Let it breathe
Let it breathe
If it ain't me, then it's me
They be believing the tea
I put the cheese in disease
I make em' freeze it's a breeze
Yeah, let it breathe, yeah
Let it breathe, yeah
I'm a motherfucker, but your sister on her knees
Diamonds on me, dancing, got me feelin' groovy
Yeah, I got all this green, but I'm fuckin' with blue cheese
Oh yeah, the game is mine for the takin
Peep how I'm loadin' up
What happened to that boy
He felt the clips I was loadin' up
I'm loaded up
Man, y'all gon' get this work like Loaded Lux
**** can't stand me like beach chairs
How they foldin' up
Big bread just hold the crust
You can tell I'm dope enough
Overdose on anything I..
That's all you get
Written by: Derrick D Scott, Tre Burney iii, Tymain Robbins