Scope

[Intro]
Young Slatt, Yak Gotti
Young Successful Living
Yeah, this a Slatt lifestyle and shit (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
How we up? They can't even the score
Let 'em know that the Glock got a thirty or better
The drum and the stick got a scope
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't feelin' these bros
If you slime then you wipin' your nose
If you slime you abide by the code
I ain't gon' lie, I got eyes on the Forbes
I ain't gon' lie, I jumped right in a Ford

[Verse 1]
Now the engine in back of the doors
And we ridin' thеm coupes back to back
And I'm ridin' in a Beamer, hе ridin' in a Porsche
Walked out the court room, then walked in the house
[?] nigga, I sit on the court
Gotti, know YG, that stand for Yak Gotti
You niggas, you cannot extort
First he tried me and then I had plugged him just like a auxiliary cord
Boulevard [?] for war
I'm tryna pull a mill' in the 'Yard
Used to walk with two knives and a lock on the belt when I think about killin' the yard, nah
Was a flat head, now I'm pushin' start
Fuck what you thinkin' and fuck what you thought
Polo T on me, I'm at the Ritz Carlton
Ice on me blingin', they think that I lost it
I got it in, I sat right in my cell for [?]
Young nigga, you know that I'm bossed up
Same people that never gave me shit now they get they hand out and I don't got nothin' to offer
[?] now lil' nigga a offin'
I dropped him

[Chorus]
How we up? They can't even the score
Let 'em know that the Glock got a thirty or better
The drum and the stick got a scope
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't feelin' these bros
If you slime then you wipin' your nose
If you slime you abide by the code
I ain't gon' lie, I got eyes on the Forbes
I ain't gon' lie, I jumped right in a Ford

[Verse 2]
I ain't gon' lie, I just jumped out the blender
January Seventh I got out the county
But I got out the feds in December
Geeked up, I don't remember
Strapped up like suspenders
Add up all my jewelry and I could've bought a Bentley
They thought I was finished
Really I'm beginning
Handle all the business
Green tag like some spinach
Slugs come from the dentist
Cooked up, window tinted
Feed that nigga putang 'cause that nigga in the blender
Go against me, well, I know [?], I'm gon' rip you
Talkin' rest in peace then I ain't tryna fuckin' strip you
Smokin' on my opper, yeah, I smoke it like a Swisher
Seem like when you gone they don't even miss you
I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause that's just how they hit you

[Chorus]
How we up? They can't even the score
Let 'em know that the Glock got a thirty or better
The drum and the stick got a scope
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't feelin' these bros
If you slime then you wipin' your nose
If you slime you abide by the code
I ain't gon' lie, I got eyes on the Forbes
I ain't gon' lie, I jumped right in a Ford

[Outro]
I'm tryna pull a mill' in the 'Yard
Mill' in the Goyard
Said I'm tryna pull a mill' in the 'Yard