[Intro]
What up, what up?
Scooter, baby
Automatic, I'm at it, unleashed
Back at it again, back at it again, back at it again
f*cking these n*ggas up (f*cking these n*ggas up)
[Verse 1]
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep dem b*tches going crazy
Never let a b*tch play me
You don't like me n*gga, then spray me
Other than that what you saying?
Im the mother-f*cking man
We the one's with grams
Hella guns, hella bands
Walking straight up in the club
Don't need no f*cking wrist band
Got on black and white, panda
Got crack white, panda
Your baby mother, had her
That b*tch you with, had Her
I Got Broads in Atlanta
Tell Alexis Skyy I'm tryin' have her
Know some bad hoes in LA
What's up low low and J.C
I wish both of y'all could date me
I got plugs in LA
Go to play house just to play
Got the shiners with me every day
We the hottest n*ggas in the state
We designer down head to feet
36, O's, 30,000 on clothes
Selling dope out da holes
Scrambled smack double 0's
Shoot a n*gga on camera, like a picture you froze
I don't f*ck with none of these rappers
If they ain't come for my hoes
[Hook]
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them b*tches going crazy
Probably why them n*ggas hate me
n*ggas claiming that they made me
n*ggas try front page me
b*tch we balling like the ravens
All my n*ggas making plays
Bring all my n*ggas on the stage
[Verse 2]
They let my n*gga out the cage
Dark shades Johnny Cage
Smoking haze, b*tch Im blazed
Spilling drank on my jay's
Might hit the club every day, just to hear this sh*t play
Even a n*gga designer, don't rock more designer than me
b*tch I'm still in the trenches
f*cking these n*ggas b*tches
I'm in the game no scrimmage
They feel my pain when I spit It
These n*ggas lame with a image
Copycats bunch of mimics
But I sip my tea and mind my business
f*ck them n*ggas, cause I'm getting It
I'm the only one that did it
I'm the owner of the city
Harlem shaking like I'm diddy
My new b*tch pus*y so pretty
My old b*tch still tryna' get me
You miserable and I'm living
Four seasons dang I'm sipping
Everywhere I go I'm tipping
They know I'm baller in the building
You know who all the b*tches dealing
Know my views do a million
Know I'm loved by the children
You know I'm the hottest in the city
You know I'm still in the trenches
You know I'm Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them b*tches going crazy
[Outro]
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them b*tches going crazy
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them b*tches going crazy
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them b*tches going crazy
Never let a b*tch play me
You don't like me n*gga then spray me