SCALE

yup yeah im there with it Bitch I Chop it hit the scale Chop it chop it hit the scale Baby face boy he an angel But he sure be raisin hell And when it come to pressin issues Let that chopper wish him well Chip a nickel off the brick n bag it Then go make a sale I chop it hit the scale Chop it chop it hit the scale Baby face boy he an angel But he sure be raisin hell I feel like Christ like when he bled Because he still ain't never fell Im fishin for that bag I bust a clam right out the shell Remember that first taste The feeling that bring out the best on your worst day I'm shuffling round and moving in crowds That play it old school like a midway And I comprende The game to be sold and not told at my display So I keep face My shit in her mouth cause she like how my dick taste And I keep quiet She asking about my connect and I keep lying She keep pryin This bitch love to talk if I tell her we both dying My brother said let her up Better f*ck her and leave than to write me a letter bruh This shit is ridiculous Bitches be bringing us down with the titties and cameras Pour me up Convos with extendo got my money up But not enough Connect on the 10 where I had plenty love They locked me up Trynna throw me 20 bitch I'm calling bluffs Hold me down f*ck it hold me up Bitch etcetera Chop it hit the scale Chop it chop it hit the scale Baby face boy he an angel But he sure be raisin hell And when it come to pressin issues Let that chopper wish him well Chip a nickel off the brick n bag it Then go make a sale I chop it hit the scale Chop it chop it hit the scale Baby face boy he an angel But he sure be raisin hell I feel like Christ like when he bled Because he still ain't never fell Im fishin for that bag I bust a clam right out the shell So many I gotta serve it for Number one person I'll say is myself What in the f*ck am I provin if I ain't gon use it Just buy it and put on a shelf I ain't the best but I'm getting close Bitch I'm a writer I don't need a ghost I'm the supplier they wanted at trial If imma get higher I don't need a rope nope Want it I put in that work yeah Count what I got out the dirt bread I'm an influence I do it not say it I move it if she don't give no head Top in the whip while I serve yeah Front me a pack till the first shiii I'm moving too quick and with court on the 5th imma need it up front homie instead Bundle in seran in the house Gotta make it flip Near another blip Nother pack that mean another trip Before I double back double check Tucked and wrapped the zip Loadin up the drum ain't no band but that percussion hit Chop it hit the scale Chop it chop it hit the scale Baby face boy he an angel But he sure be raisin hell And when it come to pressin issues Let that chopper wish him well Chip a nickel off the brick n bag it Then go make a sale I chop it hit the scale Chop it chop it hit the scale Baby face boy he an angel But he sure be raisin hell I feel like Christ like when he bled Because he still ain't never fell Im fishin for that bag I bust a clam right out the shell yes I bust the clam right out the shell yes I bust the clam right out the shell uh Im there with it