Scottie Beam (Explicit)

作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/William L. Roberts II/Alan D. Maman

作詞 : Frederick J. Tipton/William L. Roberts II

Pissed off you know

This is, like, exclusive

Yeah

Kane Train, b*tch, Kane, yeah

Yeah, the revolution is the genocide

Look, your execution will be televised

Don't cross me like Isaiah, that sh*t be ill-advised (Woo)

Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilified

Castratin' n*ggas in they feelings on IG (Uh)

Will never let this industry demasculinize me (Nah)

I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise me

Threw my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damn

He pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir?

I swerved to ducked the potholes, man, I had no option, sir

Just let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sir

I'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer"

We were bustin' at police before Queen & Slim, that's on FN

Let off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the wind

Told the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than them

Get the feds if you want a war, and they sent them b*tches in

The revolution is the genocide

Yeah, my execution might be televised

Cross n*ggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a f*ck

Hook shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the Bucks

Sick with the ack, me and Jack, pourin' three liters up

It hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin' us

Caught up in the moment, most n*ggas foldin' or freezin' up

Sometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus up

Yeah, the revolution is the genocide

Made a s*x tape with your b*tch, that p*ssy televised

Thug n*gga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreams

F*ckin' hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie Beam

Sh*t was different when Mike left and it was Scottie team

Ex won't take me back, without me, the b*tch wouldn't have got a ring

Yeah, the revolution is the genocide

Tell a ho she don't know nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, n*gga

Kane

Uh, 305 in my yayo

Subject to let a b*tch snort a line off the dashboard of my '75

Caprice, that is

Yo (M-M-Maybach Music)

You need a dictionary when you write your raps (Uh)

Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (What?)

I had a vision back when I was fishin' for a bass

But they won't listen 'til you in your kitchen countin' cash

I got the dollars, motherf*ck a n*gga's credit score (Boss)

Big bag of chronic like I'm sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope)

My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that ho

Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord)

B*tches lookin' at me, shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M)

All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (Haha)

I'm prayin' for my guys, pray you sing along (Yes)

I f*ck b*tches in my ride, I never bring 'em home

She sees just how I ride and slip her panties off

He wanted war until they hit 'em with a cannonball (Bang)

Spark spliffs, raw kicks, I give 'em Clark Kent

Common sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits (What? M-M)

Exhale w**d, ship it from the West (West)

My brain begin to seize when I'm needin' rest (Yes)

Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best (Lord)

I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me next

Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)

Audemars and Cartiers

You ain't sh*t without a dollar, yeah

You ain't sh*t without a dollar, yeah