Lyrics The Shop - Scotty ATL

Shit hard as fuck
And he just came in with the champagne
Yeah
All facts, though
No cap on that

Bitch, I just went crazy, made a couple of 'em, I wasn't at the shop
My young nigga made a bag too, I put that on Jesus' daddy
Drop her that location, ain't 'bout pussy, it's 'bout guap
Ain't no conversation, we don't alternate this money, this serious
I'm gon' call the mayor tomorrow, Killer Mike told me that's how you do business
Soon as she mention little on anything told her, "Baby, this big"
I got rich in Corona, your bitch gave me a boner
I got issues, I deal with it, I think I'm loner
And that Bentley, I dreamed 'bout it, I started get it
I was broke, I ain't gon' even lie, we worked up them digits
Now everything is exquisite, talked to my nigga in prison
He told me, "Scott, this my office", I like the way that you thinking, I'm like, "Crazy"

Bitch, I just went crazy, made a couple of 'em, I wasn't at the shop
My young nigga made a bag too, I put that on Jesus' daddy
Tried to lock me out and now I got this shit on lock
Filled my grill and my jewelry up wit' rocks
Bitch, I just went crazy, made a couple of 'em, I wasn't at the shop
I wasn't, I wasn't at the shop
I wasn't, I wasn't at the shop
My young nigga made a bag too, I put that on Jesus' daddy
I wasn't, I wasn't at the shop
I wasn't, I wasn't at the shop

Lil' ho, I just went crazy, trapping gold, made a bag at the shop (bag)
Filled my ears and my neck up with rocks (ice)
Hit my partner on the cell and he told me he was staring at the clock (brrt)
Reminiscing 'bout them days on the block (woah, woah)
Last night, I went crazy, had a dream I was standing on the top (top)
I had both of my pockets filled with notes (racks)
Can't believe I made it this far, swear to God, man I came from slanging Glocks (Glocks)
Seen my OG and my lil' bro get shot (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Man, I swear this life amazing (woah)
'Cause I could've been in that grave (that grave)
Mama told me, "It'll be days like that", but I wanted better days (days)
Now I'm workin' hard to get paid (paid)
Yeah, it's Cool Club 'til I die (woah)
And I gotta put this blunt down 'cause I ain't never been this high (more high)

Bitch, I just went crazy, made a couple of 'em, I wasn't at the shop
My young nigga made a bag too, I put that on Jesus' daddy
Tried to lock me out and now I got this shit on lock
Filled my grill and my jewelry up wit' rocks
Bitch, I just went crazy, made a couple of 'em, I wasn't at the shop
I wasn't, I wasn't at the shop
I wasn't, I wasn't at the shop
My young nigga made a bag too, I put that on Jesus' daddy
I wasn't, I wasn't at the shop
I wasn't, I wasn't at the shop