SCOPE lyrics

[Intro: Wifigawd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Ayy, woah, damn, damn, uh

[Chorus: Wifigawd]
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm firin', hey (So you know I'm firin')
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Crackin' like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the [?] be hittin' [?]
I be servin' swag, b*tch, I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street n*gga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
[?] dope right there
[Verse 1: Wifigawd]
Walk inside the trap, Raf Simon on me
Got a big clique, feel that Glick on me (Boom)
Trigger finger itch and my clip on me (Boom)
I don't do a b*tch, prolly snitch on me (Snitch)
Hold up, I be steady flexin', never swellin', I'm just killing sh*t
You don't get my message, I'm not stressin', you a stupid b*tch
I got model b*tches, out in New York, on some vintage sh*t
When I go to Cali 'migo got me smokin' cookie
Gotta keep a hood b*tch, yeah
And she super thick, yeah
And she suck my di*k, yeah
And she making flips
I can't believe this, ayy
I'm a genius, ayy
Had to skip school, ayy
So I can make flips, ayy
[?] Tre flips, b*tch
I'm at the place, flip, b*tch
Why the faking?
Ayy, UPT sh*t, ayy
To the Southside, ayy
I been outside (Outside, outside, outside)
I been making plays
I stay on my grind (b*tch!)
[Chorus: Wifigawd]
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm firin', hey (So you know I'm firin')
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Crackin' like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the [?] be hittin' [?]
I be servin' swag, b*tch, I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street n*gga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
[?] dope right there

[Verse 2: Sickboyrari]
Ayy, I pop tags, ayy
Ayy, throw it in the bag, ayy (The bag, bag)
While I'm smokin', smokin' gas, hold up (Gas gas)
Right on Georgia Ave, ayy (I don't talk)
All the time, real aggressive, ayy
With Marcy Mane he needa restroom, ayy
I'm poppin' sh*t like Smith & Wesson, ayy
Know the movie match the fit
Hopping out, sh*t, looking like a brick
Air Max, so I kick
I ain't rockin' no Rick's, ayy
Ayy, shining on my stunner sh*t, ayy
Ayy, the burna match the fit, ayy
Ayy, yeah, the burna match the fit
[Chorus: Wifigawd]
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm firin', hey (So you know I'm firin')
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Crackin' like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the [?] be hittin' [?]
I be servin' swag, b*tch, I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street n*gga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
[?] dope right there