Hit The Scene 2

Yea
Woah Gang
Aye, Aye
Aye, Aye
Woah Gang

Reminiscing bout them days
I was mobbin place to place
Now I’m in the wraith
Fuck around and do the race
Go pick up some guala
Then go slide down on your bae
I ain’t talking bout some makeup
But I put product on her face

Oh, haters they be plotting
So I’m strapped up like a dike
Upset cause I’m popping
Knowin I can take they wife
Ain’t talkin bout me bowling
I might strike your hoe tonight
But baby this dick bougie
So you gotta pay the price

I stepped in the game
And they missing this many
Chasin that cheddar
I’m coming like Benny
Money so long like a ladder extended
Might cop me a mansion
I ain’t doin' no renting

Whole lotta hate Cause
I came up
Always showing fake love
Cause I’m famous
Broke bitch be quiet
Get ya cake up
I flex real
Cause my weight up

I bully bro boy like I’m debo
Been gettin cheddar
I ain’t talking about Cheetos
Cop some new ice like I skii hoe
Your chain is fake
Boy it don’t even glow
And you bitch she a freak hoe
Sucking my dick
Cumming just like mosquito
Shot off just like a torpedo
Now I got money
I won’t go back to zero

Bitches be jap jap
Broke boy be rap cap
Say my chain get snatched
Bitch boy you clap clap
They stalking my page now
They riding my wave now
I see through the fake now
My pay on the raise now

I can’t stand you lil bitches
Ya’ll bitches be going cause I got a name
I will not fall for the dusty shit
Been gane my wave before all of the fame
Now I just fuck on these bitches
And they get in they pocket to kill all my pain
Only break bread with my brothers
Make sure they all fed
That’s the rule of the game

I hit the scene with them Gucci’s on my feet
Your bitch she on her knees
While she eating on my skeet
Stay winning with my team
Just like Auburn 93
We got lots of green
Just like leaves up on a tree

No rubber but now I got bands
My ice keep me cool like a fan
Fuck a gogo, then they fan turn
She hypnotized all in a trance
Blew up in the city
Since then I been golden
Won’t never be too fake
Can't pull a McFolly
Like Rain coming down
I put drip on my clothing
Now I’m living the life
That’s the sweet Zack and Cody

Reminiscing bout them days
I was mobbin place to place
Now I’m in the wraith
Fuck around and do the race
Go pick up some guala
Then go slide down on your bae
I ain’t talking bout some make-up
But I put product on her face

Oh, haters they be plotting
So I’m strapped up like a dike
Upset cause I’m popping
Knowin I can take they wife
Ain’t talkin bout me bowling
I might strike your hoe tonight
But baby this dick bougie
So you gotta pay the price