Scopin’ With That Red Dot lyrics

[Chorus: S.O.G.]
You try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I’m scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep, deep—deep in the bushes, see, I’m scopin' with that red dot
You try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
When I creep, wit’ a blast
At yo face, you will dash
To the ground you will crash
Put asleep on yo back
Was a wound from the boom
Infrared, left ’em dead
To the head, exploded lead
Now you know this n*gga's feed
To the crow like a ho
Slow ditch the Glock, chop with a saw
Stuff ’em in a box
Witness ya murder
Plus I see a river
Float like a boat, n*gga
Triple six, killa
Hangin' in the hideaway
Dead bodies got away
Starin' at the tele-V
I see some pictures of my face
Run to the woods, check my traps
Two little kids, shall I snap?
Psychic thoughts running through my motherf*ckin' mind
Shall I creep, shall I bust another cap?
Jealous n*ggas can’t relate
Bullets poppin' to demonstrate the slick way
Constantly spread yo face
Way to communicate
Dead with ya eyes open
n*gga, you's a mark
Better duck, better dodge, don't flauge when you pull off our block
Play your cards smart
[Chorus: S.O.G.]
You try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep, deep—deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot

[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
How in the f*ck you figure that you can be straight with me?
Consider me crooked as hell
I'm bustin' a cap in your face, b*tch, cause you's a snail
I'm hangin' with the n*ggas only down with me
The Triple Six and Gimisum and Houston n*ggas down on Nashville Street
And we can buck up on a trick
And smother his ass up in a ditch
My n*ggas slangin' AKs for the bill, now start some sh*t
Now watch my hoes take you out 'cause I'm a pimp
My legs kinda tired, so I'm walkin' with a limp
I take my dirty hoe international, stackin' more
This n*gga tried to rob me, but I caught him creepin' up outta my door
I grabbed some needles, then I stuck 'em in his butt
I tied him to the chair until his eyes closed up
It's just like playin' spades with a hand fulla hearts
Homeboy, I'm the little joker that's cuttin' yo f*ckin' dome
'bituary, n*ggas scary
Lanes blurry, then hoes get buried
[Chorus: S.O.G.]
You try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep, deep—deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep, deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You—You, you try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep—Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot

[Outro: Lyrical Dope & S.O.G.]
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot
Killa, killa, killa, killa
You try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
You try to run, I'ma c*ck my gat and blast you
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scoping with that red dot