Haunted House

[Intro]
Lil Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once

[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
Now [watch me?]
Pull up in a foreign, hop out with that cutter (K-baby)
We can't catch that nigga, we gon' get his brother
I just fucked them bitches, I don't never trust 'em
Don't get in my business or you get put under
We got piles of money and got piles coming
We [?] standing tall, spend some [?] running
If a nigga diss then he gon' meet the gun man
Creatures in your house bitch you like that bitch haunted

[Verse 1: Scotty Cain]
Bitch I'm 100
Fuck your bitch all for looking
I ain't gotta do no stunting
[?] took
And I been running through that money
Shows back to back they booked
And bitch wе clutchin' a lotta guns
[?] use your head, get your shit took
Bitch wе gon'
Spin your block, hop out, the K cutter gon' bring the pressure
Fuck the opps, them niggas pussy, they don't ever test
'Cause they know [?] stretch
And this bitch a shoot forever, my clip carry extra
Black hood, black Glock, thirty tucked
Pull up with a [?]
Headshot when [?] watchin' us
When we slide bitch you going on a [?] from that cutter

[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
Now [watch me?]
Pull up in a foreign, hop out with that cutter (K-baby)
We can't catch that nigga, we gon' get his brother
I just fucked them bitches, I don't never trust 'em
Don't get in my business or you get put under
We got piles of money and got piles coming
We [?] standing tall, spend some [?] running
If a nigga diss then he gon' meet the gun man
Creatures in your house bitch you like that bitch haunted

[Verse 2: Dame Cain]
Find out your location, come evaporate you
Creep down on my target like a alligator
[?] run up with a stick like I'm a gladiator
I shoot this Glock, them bullets find you like a navigator
The last nigga ever tried me, the nigga die for it
That double M that's on my neck, bitch I'ma ride for it
You see this chain that's on my neck, bitch I'ma die for it
It's up, I'm on your street, [?] creep, no you can't hide cuh
Just copped a stick that can scope you from the corner
If my younging see you, he gon' smoke you like you marijuana
Run up, bless you with that MAC-11 on that same corner
[?]

[Chorus: Scotty Cain]
Now [watch me?]
Pull up in a foreign, hop out with that cutter (K-baby)
We can't catch that nigga, we gon' get his brother
I just fucked them bitches, I don't never trust 'em
Don't get in my business or you get put under
We got piles of money and got piles coming
We [?] standing tall, spend some [?] running
If a nigga diss then he gon' meet the gun man
Creatures in your house bitch you like that bitch haunted