Scopes

These niggas think that I'm jokin', I told them I'm not with the jokes I put the cover to stick, let him float Hop on that B and I float like Lobo And you thought it was over, I came back with more I brought goats that came back like my name was John Doe Every time I got this nigga, leave his face on the floor I might pull up with choppers, might pull up with scopes Pull up on that block, get even In my pocket, stay fat They look just like Steve, cause you know the lil' nigga be eatin Told your hoe eat up the meat, she ain't eat up the meat When I asked her, she said she was beatin' Them niggas slid on they block with that motherfuckin Glock We gon' pull up on here for a reason Cause niggas switch up just like the season I'm tired of beefin' with niggas, I'm done I'm slidin', tell the boys go get the gun Can't get hit with the heat like that shit was the sun If you know what I'm on, do you know it begun When they hop out the car with this stick, they gon' run Then my aim up your noggin', might pop it for fun I fucked on that bitch, boy, that boy not my son Put on a sexy, just talk to the nun Talk to the feds, what the f*ck have you done Pull up and dip off, you know I been gone V on my back, you know it's V-Lone Yes, we can fight, I can smile with the chrome I always be gone, I don't never be home All of this ice, so no cream and no comb That's your bitch, just know she ain't thick off the bone We not twins, lil' nigga, cause you not my clone I feel like Frozone, I stay in my zone Know we not cool, so don't have my phone I stay in a booth and I stay here alone If that shit sound off, please switch up your tone They can't even slide if they wanted to If I saw that oppa, it's on 22 Nigga, don't care, we will hit a true Mortal Kombat, we gon' finish you Don't stop, on op, and a brand new fuckin' tennis shoe Can't find that bad thing, I brought the cash F*ck it, they both in the hell cash Yeah, yeah, pull up with a hoe, hunnid shots Nigga, nigga, I know you felt that Brr, I had to get to the cheese, I had to get to the racks You worried about that bitch, need to worry about your stash You ain't know how we get, throw my B on your ass She told you don't be broke and get to the cash Nigga, try to run a fake, nigga, take off your mask Auto show shot, put his ass in the pack I know some niggas, I sip on that yak Niggas, need to stop smokin' on blacks I put that shit on and I put it right back And you know you heard shooting, you cannot call back And I flow in the B and I feel like Kodak When they sell all them shots, you know you can't fall back When they hop out the car with a motherfuckin Mack Don't try to run, you get hit in your back If they slide in a Charger, they slide in a Skag And that keep it real, nigga, I'ma keep it a stack I beat the hoe straight from the back, she know that it's tack I beat up the cat, comin' through, steppin' on shit like a mask Still in the hood with the stick like a bat Them nips talk they're crazy, might knock off his hat And I walk on a B and you won't get it back I am not dissin' niggas, it's not a distract Smokin' that gas, I'm not smokin' that pack Throw a burn now, nigga, eat the curb I ain't see nothin', nigga, call me first I don't wanna talk, I ain't got no words F*ck that bullshit, that shit for the birds Hop out the car with the stick, nigga, get smacked with a brick Rhymer's nose, but he ain't sick Pockets all fat like I'm Biggie That ain't your hoe, the whole gang had a share of Frisbees Spend bout that bad, now we dizzy Pull up on them with that 50 Rhymer's nose, call us, that's Whitney Why that Chancellor too iffy Spend bout that back to a symphony These niggas think that I'm jokin I told them I'm not with the jokes Hop out the car with the stick, let him float Hop on that B and I feel like Lobo And you thought it was over, I came back with Moe I brought goats that came back like my name was Jondo If he talk, I just nigga leave his face on the floor I might pull up with choppers, might pull up with scopes I might pull up with choppers, might pull up with scopes