Текст песни Intro - Lor Scoota

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Intro (SITT3)
Lor Scoota
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Lor scoota man (Up Next)
Introduction to the motherfucking world man (YBS the campaign)
I want y'all know im in the for the long run (Up next, I stamp)
I ain't like these young niggas man, i ain't tryna hit the stash
I'm tryna eat forever (Know The Boy)
Making money
Smoking skunky
Fuckin' niggas bitches
The Hood love me fuck a label I put on for the trenches
Im living better than i was but im still ina trenches
Still getting love from the all thugs shoutout to my niggas
Right back to the shit that got a nigga here
I ain't neva gonna quit, nigga this my year
Thought i was gonna flop, not this year
Got shit that a lot of real niggas need to hear
I done learned so much over this past year
I done been through so much that I dont even care
Use to eat cold cuts, now 5 star meals
Use to steal from my mother now I help with the bills
And I'm still ina field, still getta nigga killed
If she ain't my bitch, I dont care how she feel
Im getting rich, you ain't going to never know it feels
I be taking them trips and I ain't got no deal
I don't look up to no rapper I only salute the real
I don't call myself a rapper I call it how i see it
How you call yourself a trapper selling weed for ya mans
How you let a nigga trick you out ya last 5 bands
These niggas just stupid, they ain't got lead, and if you wanna get mad you can feel this lead
Ima rock one of yall bitch niggas to bed
Im rockin the 40 like its part of my fit, tucked in the louie its right on my hip
Im going through it, i been through some shit
When i get mad, the shit i regret, please dont make me made ima regret ya death
Buy me a pound, break it all down. smoke me an ounce
Im selling the rest
You bought a pound after a pound, smoked it all now you ain't got shit left
You tried to blame me and my niggas, said that we used you for money you stupid bitch
You know thats a lie, YBS we the shit
Im on my, shit im getting rich
Ima go getta, money i go get it
Make enough me and my niggas goin split it
Me and lor ron use to sit in the kitchen, talking about how we gonna shit on niggas, thinking about how we can get richer
Only right you eat who you starved with nigga
At night i just sit back going through pictures, couple niggas bitched up, i done lost a few niggas, i ain't never switch up, kept it real with you niggas, came ina game mr underdawg nigga, now im up next i ain't under you niggas, count checks dot com and im logged on nigga still plugged in i know whats going on
Streets raised me i was born ina trenches, i believe in allah i dont fear no nigga
Believe in gettin money
Smoke skunky
Fuck Bitches
Hood love me
Through all the hate and rumors, ima hunnit
Guns in ya video ain't bust nothing
Got the 40 on me in most my pictures
I ain't gotta show it, just know I got it with me
Try run up, you get hit with the blicky
Free lor Fred, he gonna kill ah nigga with me
Lor Cholly was there when i left a nigga [? ]
He threathen my life so i get em before he get me
Any nigga can get it, I ain't never been picky
Got goons ina cut, barely ever see them with me
The niggas thats with me, when i go they goin with me
Put the team on my back, put the trenches ina frenzy
All the bitches know that, YBS we them niggas
A nigga say different he a hating ass nigga, fuck em I ain't worried about no hating ass nigga
Talk about me, have a conversation, broke boy i dont wanna have a conversation nigga, hoe nigga you can talk to this big four nickel
I dont talk to ya hoe i just give her this pickel
22 years old shitting on old niggas
Had the chance make out the trenches but you didn't
Now they mad cause im the leader of the trenches
I ain't going no where, I just started this nigga
Fans love me cause im still in the trenches
They know im way different from these rappin ass niggas
You a rapping ass, rattin ass, rappin ass nigga
I dont want no song, can't shake hands with you, won't get on my songs, under my fans nigga, I'm hands on like a iPad nigga
Scoota Up next, Just call me up next
I just want my respect, I dont do it for the checks
I could of stayed in the trap, in my room writing raps
I done came to far ain't no going back