Текст песни 11/16 - Young Scrooge

Scrooge
You know it's 11.16 when I talk foo
Ay Clay I miss you Cuh
Let's gooooo

Just know it's 11.16 when I talk foo
Full of these drugs every time that I walk thru
Came up from bussin down paccs serving dog food
Look at me wrong and my niggas gone dog you
Cause we came up from nothing
My niggas be hungry, you know we gone take yo shit off you
Bad bitch she wanna lay up, and I told her uh uh
Baby I just want ya mouth boo
Jump on the scene
You know I'm fresh and I'm clean
I'm mix the perky with the lean, this glocc in my jeans
Asking too many questions get you killed and left up on the scene
It's murder for hire and whatever it is, nigga you know that we paying the cost
Don't speak on my name, boy you know that shit lame
Pussy, just know that you taking a lost
I'm gone off that x and I ain't been getting no sleep
Man, I swear I been up for some weeks
Don't know you won't speak
Nigga I'm really fucced up that they took my big cousin from me
So, Don't come in this trap less you getting a P
And watch ya mouth when ya be talking to me
And don't sit at this table less you tryna eat
And don't get in that car if you ain't riding fa me Uhh

Bags in and ain't nun of them cheap
I can turn up yo trap in a week
Bad bitch if she look then she took
Man you know this shit really ain't nun to a P

Told me her baby daddy shit was weak
And her pussy get wetter when fuccin with me
One leg up, hand on her neck
And I'm pullin' her frontal, I'm going in deep
Sheeeesshhh

Hottest artist coming outta the hood
So tell me who hotter than me
Non of these niggas apparently
And ion fucc with these bitches as far as I can see
Cause when I was down on my ass
Nobody fronted me a bag or asked if I needed a hand

Niggas was clown'n me bad until I got deep in my bag
Man don't mean to brag
All on they ass and I don't plan on lettin' em pass

Addicted to counting this cash
Whether it's coming in slow or fast, nigga ima keep counting a bag

Cause I ain't did this in a minute
These people say that I'm a muhfukin menace
I'm only crazy for counting these digits
I'm all in her mouth like muhfukin dentist

When we his blocc, we hit the witness
Got young niggas steady thuggin in the trenches
Got young niggas steady hoopin over fences
I can get him hit just to say I did it

Pay a light 10 just to get him lifted
Look, swear to God man I'm the realist
I ain't tryna started, but man I swear to God I'm retarded

Im from a place where you can not get caught
While you laccin or riding around after dark
I hang with them killers and dealers and stealers
And niggas who bite before thinking bout barking
Hop out wit k's and just get to sparkin' best believe we gon' hit all our targets

Keep yo head on the swivel, yo gun in yo lap
When yo ass come to Southpark, nigga