Underwater Scope lyrics

[Intro: Stunny]
Uh
Ayy, ayy, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Stunny & Hi-C]
b*tch, it's me and Hi-C in the motherf*cking Bay
Got the thirty round drum, yeah, you know I don't play
Finna f*ck on that b*tch while you rest and you lay
You put trust in that b*tch, but she do what I say (What I say)
Designer on my clothes 'cause I got expensive taste
And I'm posted in the stu' with my n*gga Shane Clay
[?] on my jeans 'cause I'm tryna lay low (Lay low)
Gucci on my shoes and this is the play clothes (Play clothes)
Sipping demon blood, I'ma mix it with the 'bow (With the 'bow)
b*tch, you know I'ma finna glow (Glow, glow)
Quick to hit a n*gga, three-sixty quickscope (Quickscope)
Just a young n*gga tryna get the queso (Cake)
I don't wanna kiss you, I just want the face, ho (Hi-C)
b*tch, you already know (Yeah, Hi-C, yeah)

[Verse 2: Hi-C]
We in the party, we so gnarly, came in thirty deep (b*tch)
She on my di*k, I told your b*tch to give me fifty feet (Yeah)
I told her sorry, cut her off because that ho a tease
Hit up her friend, she let me f*ck and then I made her leave (Yeah)
Think I ain't slimy, n*gga must not know me like he think (b*tch)
Then shoot it up, that pistol on me, b*tch, it's him or me
Came with extensions, futuristic just like Halo: Reach
Pour up a deuce and drop my problems in this Easter pink
I hit that pus*y from the back and made her scream Hi-C (Go, go, go, go)
We in the hills, we doing donuts in that SRT (Go, go, go, go)
He talking crazy on the 'Net but I know he sweet (Go, go, go, go)
pus*y boy, don't get your ass stomped up behind a tweet (Go, go, go, Hi-C)
I got your b*tch, she giving neck like she on a leash (b*tch)
I put the beam on the GLOCK, I'm playing hide-and-seek
I'm f*cking b*tches in a rave while I roll on E (Yeah)
GLOCK on me, don't get smoked like a Russian Cream
Pretty boy swag, b*tches know what I'm 'bout
Hoes in the house, let me put this pole in your mouth (Go, go, go, Hi-C)
Pouring up a four, we got 'bows in the house (Go, go, go, go)
Poles in the house, n*ggas got P's in the couch (Go, go, yeah)
Pour a four of Hi-Tech splash and we slouch
Surf on the clouds, got your main b*tch putting out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn)
Got a pistol on me with a whole thirty round (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bands on me now, watch the diamonds dance on me now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too juiced up, tell your ho check me out (b*tch, b*tch)
Bad yellow b*tch and she tryna f*ck for some clout, b*tch
[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, Hi-C (Yeah), Hi-C
b*tch