Spooked

[Intro: Hollywood Matt & $crim]
This a $crim beat
What up world, we live in the studio again, doing what we do best K. Gotti, $crim, what it do?
Show these boys what you do with the beat mane

[Verse 1: K. Gotti]
Got the top on the V8, speeding on a freeway catch me if you can nigga
Fuck you wanna [?] guns get drawn it’s a lead like a replay
[?] breakaway
Stayin' home or get your dome blown [?]
[?] murder rate, escalates in a murder state
I grabbed my place, earned the stripes [?]
Vigilante, untamed like I'm Wolverine
Flee the scene, routine when we intervene
[?] go dumb [?]
Scrim on the beat, bangin' hard like a [?]
[?]
[?] leash that can't tie me down
I got thirty in the clip, and one [?]
Life is how you take it, it's all what you make it
False accusations got me trapped in a basement
Addicted to the script and these bitches don't phase me
[?] 'cause I'm a G5 and the 9 on safety
Fuck you, pay me, I pull it like a Daisy
[?]
And your momma on her knees steady cryin' like a baby
Screamin' out 'please' while she squeezing on your lady
Twelve gauge pump got a nose like an elephant
Wasted in a dump, tie him up like a present
[?] heaven sent, and this theme is irrelevant
[?]
[?]
[?] my unconscious mind to crucify the bride like I'm Optimus Prime

[Verse 2: SCRIM]
Eatin' dirty shrooms, flyin' high to the moon (Woo!)
I've been a fuckin' goon since I walked out the womb (Ah!)
Wanna rob and kill, still got money but I'm robbin' still (Rrah!)
$crim on the beat so you know it's ill (Dat right)
Pop one, pop two, I ain't talkin' pills, do it just for thrills (Woo! Woo!)
Stayin' trill, screamin' "Free Boosie" shout out to Trill (Free Boosie!)
I ain't stoppin' until I hit a mil' or hit a lick (Ah!)
Tell these wack rappers "jump off the dick" (Work!)
You know who you is, I ain't talkin' shit (Uh-uh!)
Probably fucked your bitch, maybe fucked your wife (Ha!)
G*59 stay down for life (Woo!)
G*59 my army stripes (Woo!)
Smokin' that pine got me high as a kite, that China White, golds shinin' bright (Ah!)
Killin' these boys with the 808 (Work!)
Nothin' was the same, I ain't talkin' Drake (Work!)
Talkin' 'bout money how you gonna hate (Work!)
Before I kill a motherfucker, lemme walk away
Killin' these boys with the 808 (Work!)
Nothin' was the same, I ain't talkin' Drake (Work!)
Talkin' 'bout money how you gonna hate (Work!)
Before I kill a motherfucker, lemme walk away (Work! Ah!)

[Outro: Hollywood Matt]
Yes in-motherfucking-deed
Take the wax out your ears and listen clear
If y'all been sleeping on us, I know we just woke y'all up after hearing that
It's Hollywood Matt checkin' in all the way from the 985, where the bad bitches get live
Say $crim, say K. Gotti? We did it to them on this one and we're going to do it to them again and again
It don't stop, we in the studio all day, all work no play, and that's all got me feeling some type of way
But back to the topic, G*59 is 'bout to blast off like a rocket
Shootin' off into space, but G*59 ain't shootin' off to space: we're shooting straight into the chase
And the chase is this money; we chasin' this money like we're running in a race
Believe that! I thought you knew lil' one
And if you hating on me and my team you wasting your time We over here putting in that work every day and night
From sun down to sun up we 'bout to come up
We trying to triple what we made yesterday
I'm living good, I'm looking good—just look at the watch
Y'all should understand I'm trynna swim in millions
I'm tired of playing with grands
Things are about to change... $crim is the one to blame