Where My Scale lyrics

[Intro]

Ayy ayy

Gang!

No Hooks part two, bitch you know I'm rockin', nigga

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch

Out west 290 shit, YSN young street nigga

Gang gang gang

[Verse]

Tell that bitch where my scale at

Bitch i talk that cocaine shit cause i sell that

Try and rob me and you make sure you gon fail that

Hit you with this chopper clamp yo ass like a bear trap

Hold on we gon rob you for your pounds we need that

How yo plug calling crying talking bout get my weed back

How yo bitch calling crying talking bout get my weave back

I fuck her from the back, pull out her tracks and delete that

If you want beef pick a spot we could meet at

Like a perm put this hot heat where yo head at

In your house where you sleeping? Where yo bed at?

You wanna bet he can fuck with me? Where your bread at?

Dope runna bitch i drop off packs like i'm fedex

I caressed her throat, ya yo bitch gave me head sex

Catch you out in traffic aim this heat at yo head rest

223 big bullet holes in yo lil chest

223 big bullet holes in yo lil vest

The ambulance come ima leave they ass a big mess

I hit the mall and i fuck it up bitch i'm too fresh

I can't show no love to these hoes cause they suspect

Ridin' round looking for some opps we could bust at

He said that's his bitch i didn't know i been fucked that

I send her on her way transportation she get bus pass

I got a new Glock, new opp, new mac

Are you a cool guy? Put some hot bullets in yo cool ass

Runnin' out of hiding spots imma need a new stash, aye

You could find me where the freaks at

You could find me in that trap selling blue bags

You could always find me where the streets at

You say you want beef we gon make him eat that

You know imma dog on a bitch where yo leash at?

In Miami ridin' ferrari you could find me where the heats at

When it's war time you get toe tagged , homicide

Streets got me traumatized , doors up , Butterflys

Boy you ain't no mothafuckin killa (mothafuckin killa)

Boy you ain't no mothafuckin hitta (you a bitch)

I remember selling [?] to the dope feens now they yelling i'm that nigga

You get banana clips if you think you a gorilla

Hit yo block then we play monkey in the middle

[Outro]

BITCH!

BITCH!

BITCH!

GANG!

GANG!

GANG!

GANG!

No hooks part 2 bitch , you know how im rockin nigga

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch

Aye aye aye