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lor scoota - intro (sitt3) lyrics

[intro]
lor scoota man (up next)
introduction to the motherf-cking world man (ybs the campaign)
i want y’all know im in the for the long run (up next, i stamp)
i ain’t like these young n-ggas man, i ain’t tryna hit the stash
i’m tryna eat forever (know the boy)

[hook] 2x
making money
smoking skunky
f-ckin’ n-ggas b-tches
the hood love me f-ck a label i put on for the trenches
im living better than i was but im still ina trenches
still getting love from the all thugs shoutout to my n-ggas

[verse 1]
right back to the sh-t that got a n-gga here
i ain’t neva gonna quit, n-gga this my year
thought i was gonna flop, not this year
got sh-t that a lot of real n-ggas need to hear
i done learned so much over this past year
i done been through so much that i dont even care
use to eat cold cuts, now 5 star meals
use to steal from my mother now i help with the bills
and i’m still ina field, still getta n-gga k!lled
if she ain’t my b-tch, i dont care how she feel
im getting rich, you ain’t going to never know it feels
i be taking them trips and i ain’t got no deal
i don’t look up to no rapper i only salute the real
i don’t call myself a rapper i call it how i see it
how you call yourself a trapper selling weed for ya mans
how you let a n-gga trick you out ya last 5 bands
these n-ggas just stupid, they ain’t got lead, and if you wanna get mad you can feel this lead
ima rock one of yall b-tch n-ggas to bed
im rockin the 40 like its part of my fit, tucked in the louie its right on my hip
im going through it, i been through some sh-t
when i get mad, the sh-t i regret, please dont make me made ima regret ya death
buy me a pound, break it all down. smoke me an ounce
im selling the rest
you bought a pound after a pound, smoked it all now you ain’t got sh-t left
you tried to blame me and my n-ggas, said that we used you for money you stupid b-tch
you know thats a lie, ybs we the sh-t
im on my, sh-t im getting rich
ima go getta, money i go get it
make enough me and my n-ggas goin split it
me and lor ron use to sit in the kitchen, talking about how we gonna sh-t on n-ggas, thinking about how we can get richer
only right you eat who you starved with n-gga
at night i just sit back going through pictures, couple n-ggas b-tched up, i done lost a few n-ggas, i ain’t never switch up, kept it real with you n-ggas, came ina game mr underdawg n-gga, now im up next i ain’t under you n-ggas, count checks dot com and im logged on n-gga still plugged in i know whats going on
streets raised me i was born ina trenches, i believe in allah i dont fear no n-gga

[hook 2]
believe in gettin money
smoke skunky
f-ck b-tches
hood love me
through all the hate and rumors, ima hunnit
guns in ya video ain’t bust nothing

[verse 2]
got the 40 on me in most my pictures
i ain’t gotta show it, just know i got it with me
try run up, you get hit with the bl1cky
free lor fred, he gonna k!ll ah n-gga with me
lor cholly was there when i left a n-gga [ ? ]
he threathen my life so i get em before he get me
any n-gga can get it, i ain’t never been picky
got goons ina cut, barely ever see them with me
the n-ggas thats with me, when i go they goin with me
put the team on my back, put the trenches ina frenzy
all the b-tches know that, ybs we them n-ggas
a n-gga say different he a hating -ss n-gga, f-ck em i ain’t worried about no hating -ss n-gga
talk about me, have a conversation, broke boy i dont wanna have a conversation n-gga, hoe n-gga you can talk to this big four nickel
i dont talk to ya hoe i just give her this pickel
22 years old sh-tting on old n-ggas
had the chance make out the trenches but you didn’t
now they mad cause im the leader of the trenches
i ain’t going no where, i just started this n-gga
fans love me cause im still in the trenches
they know im way different from these rappin -ss n-ggas
you a rapping -ss, rattin -ss, rappin -ss n-gga
i dont want no song, can’t shake hands with you, won’t get on my songs, under my fans n-gga, i’m hands on like a ipad n-gga
scoota up next, just call me up next
i just want my respect, i dont do it for the checks
i could of stayed in the trap, in my room writing raps
i done came to far ain’t no going back

- lor scoota lyrics

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