Scrimmage lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(It's a Wayne beat)
b*tch

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I thought I already told them boys, it'll get spooky
I got 2 Glocks, I'm lookin' like Mike Mike and oochie
n*gga couldn't survive what I survived, my life a movie
I'ma disrespect the cream soda, it's time to get juicy
I don't wanna be around these n*gga 'cause I get moody
I'll do whatever for the family like that n*gga Pootie
Told my b*tch while we out in public, she better act ruly
Feel like Austin Powers 'round this b*tch, the way I get groovy
I heard he died for thinking with his di*k, n*gga so goofy
I'll pull up with a yopstick big as Lil Uzi
My young dog just beat thе chair, he think he Lil Boosie
Lil' b*tch ain't got a lot of hair but got a lil' booty
Wе'll get on all these n*ggas' ass because we been on it
I don't go to the front door without the fan on me
I don't go to sleep unless I know the chop close by
Real P-Rock baby, we send pus*y n*ggas to old pop
n*gga think he f*cking with Big Woo, keep your hopes high
Cut a lot of ho n*ggas off and they know why
We ain't never ran from them n*ggas, who you hear that from?
b*tch, we known for ridin' with them switches [?][1:00]
f*ck around and catch me in the trenches, I come from the mud
Ten thousand dollars for a show, I damn near want a dub
Throw a rocket launcher through your sh*t like The Players Club
b*tch, I'm one-of-one, f*ckin' with me, you gon' meet the plug
We don't want no ho n*ggas around while we winning
These n*ggas'll try to bring you down, pay attention
I be saying sh*t right before it happen like The Simpsons
Way before the Yeezys, I been f*ckin' hoes in Raf Simons
I just wonder why all these n*ggas think that they know me
I been eating good, had to add a link to the Rollie
All that talkin' n*ggas doin' I don't believe, you gotta show me
If you 'bout that then catch me out in traffic, get up on me
We be hanging out the windows with them b*tches tryna flip something
[?][1:33], I send the play then put the blitz on you
My young n*ggas got these rap n*ggas scared to death
It's a drought on real n*ggas, only a couple of us left
They done took my n*gga out the game, they caught him at his best
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Young dog wasn't actin' right, so I caught him with a left
I just made a foul play, I got him calling for a ref'
I'm not with this child play, I'm like a father when I step
My white boy got rich off of scams, he a genius
Make my Cali b*tch come and eat the meat, she a vegan
[?][1:55], we had to drop five, now we even
I'm a G.O.A.T., b*tch, I made top five within the season
I know it's go time, I heard my n*gga yell "Woo"
My brother in the feds, pokin' n*ggas up in cell two
There's so much pape' in the room that the floor done fell through
Made a 20K play then bought my b*tch Chanel boots
b*tch, I keep my heat on me 'cause these streets a dirty game
Watched my brother make 200K in less than thirty days
Cut my main n*gga off, he had too many dirty ways
sh*t, I'm a fiend now 'cause I drunk lean at an early age
This a Trackhawk, stand up in the gas and take flight
Can't get your raps off, we all know you live a fake life
I got a plug in Dakota that be making fake pints
So much water on my neck, can take it off and make ice