Real Talk - Young Scooter, Future

BMFBG nigga

ATL Jacob

Yeah

Skrrt, skrrt

ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

Shout out to the ahks, As-Salaam-Alaikum

Motherfuck the cops, run up all the paper

Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters

I’m in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring

Love to spoil myself, I by myself everything

Rolex, Audemar, fuck a Breitling

I damn near lost it all in the dice game

I kept my mouth closed when the folks came

My name on fire in the streets, I’m talkin' propane

Section 8 ENT, that’s gang gang

I bet a nigga never snatch my chain

That tripple crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers

All this money I got, I send them kidnappers

I’m all about a sack, I’m talkin' Urlacher

Pack touch down, Green Bay Packers

Bitch I’m 'bout to blow, like a dynamite

I’m doin' a hundred smashin', don’t stop at that red light

Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I’m Zone 6 flexin'

I’m rich as hell, now mama ain’t no more stressin'

Me and VL Deck juggin', ride in the old Lexus

OG Cali kush, all I smoke is pressure

They call me Jugg King 'cause I’m a plug catcher

You broke boy, you ain’t movin' but an ounce or better

Thirty-five hundred on a Louis sweater

Don’t hit the door if it ain’t five bricks or better

Twenty pounds or better, I’m a big bettor

Real dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather

No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross

I take a nigga off, I take another loss

Walk into my house, I got a pack vault

I’m a real hustler, yeah I made myself a boss

No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross

Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)

We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)

We put 'em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa)

It’s Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)

Your plug price too high, I’ll shut him down

I get a hundred mil, I’m moving underground

Pink diamonds in my teeth, pink codeine in my cup

Pink molly in my system, I got pink pills, what’s up?

Section 8, VL, that’s my partner 'dem

Pull up in a V12, you can’t interfere

Space coupes, oops, I just made the world disappear

If you sellin' bales in the field show your skills

Half a ticket for club face Richard Mille

Already had sauce and drip, now I got spill

Lil Haiti goons right with me 'til infity

When we roll up on the opps don’t show no sympathy

I just fucked a check up at the store, brrt, brrt

I just blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt

Chinchilla draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt

And we gettin' that bread by the load, brrrt

More Pucci for this raw sushi

Evel Knievel when she up the speed

She just landed in from overseas (word)

Once I expand her it’s double C’s (Chanel-y her)

Shop sprees, spent a hundred G’s (oh God)

I got rich kids, my neck on freeze (brrt brrt)

It’s murder squad, they’ll leave you in a freezer (brrt)

(I don’t remember nothin', I got amnesia)

I go so hard, gotta let it take a breather (hold up)

I’m strappin' birdies to my mommy seaters

Yeah, gang (brrt brrt)

No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross

Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)

We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)

We put 'em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa)

It’s Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)

I’ll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch down

(Your plug price too high, I’ll shut him down

I get a hundred mil, I’m moving underground)