Scotty Pimpin lyrics

b*tch i am back
Youngest surf to ever spit on a track
Your b*tch a snack
Imma just hit it and give it right back
Still got no money but chasing the bag
I got the juice but you know i can’t rap
I got a louis belt my sh*ts won’t sag
My b*tch is weirder than tim turners dad
I could be vicky and make me some cash
And make that sh*t fast
But that would be wack
I’m on a stolen beat come get my ass
I’m getting thirsty hoe pour me a glass
Better yet babygirl hand me the bottle
b*tch it’s moscato till i hit the lotto
The 8 dollar bottle your parents would follow
Your dyke cannot swallow and her pus*y hollow
I never f*ck b*tches you know that’s my motto
Pick her up in my new mercialago
Hit the curb grab her hair give me vibrato
Just like wick b*tch, excomnunicato
She on the needle like demi lovato
Tag team your b*tch and you gimme bravado
She kissin my Glock like a made her a model

Yung Benedict: Oh sh*t, you’re done?
Yung Surf: Hell no
Yung Benedict: Shiiit
She gon start squeakin when she see me pull my cheese out
100 dollar bill could make your best friend bleed out
When you seen us comin man i saw you try to sneak out
Because you know it’s bouta be the final time you breathe out