Niiro - Scottie Freestyle Lyrics

These is Versace not Fruit of The Loom
Got a white vibe she just ate all the shrooms
Hop in a spaceship take it to the moon
Give it at seven I need it by noon
Smoke trees in Orlando, that's Orlando Bloom
But I don't be acting there's really no room
These niggas be capping they scared of they doom
I'm pouring this ake in this shit got me zoomed
Not going broke, once in a blue moon
She wants the dick, meet me in the room
Sweeping these niggas like basketball brooms
F*cking with me, you'll end up in a tomb
You know I'm slimey, like I'm on Nicktoons
Dunking on niggas I ball like Batum
No Dj Kahled I'm making these chunes
Dressing like salad I drip like perfume
I brought the strap in, they clearing the room
Bro got a strap too he one of my goons
He brought the big glock he's clutching the .40
Typical dudes in the hood drinking 40s
Went in the Louie V store and dropped 40
No 40 ball Bri but I'm dropping a 40
I just want more for my life like I'm Drake
I'm watching TV it's Josh and it's Drake
Memorial Diamonds they prospect the lake
I killed a cow if I cook it, it's steak
Claws on a stick bitch I call it a rake
Questions they ask how much do I make
Sweet dough I need it, I'm making a cake
Hope you don't drink that for young ñiiros sake
Making a profit I need me a stake
Bitch got some buns and they perfectly baked
I got some slimes yeah I got some snakes
Taking some time I need a break
Sniffing them out not sniffing the flake
Genjutstu niggas these people be fake
Sipping on Paul no I am not Jake
Shaking shit up like a c7 quake
I catch them lacking they level I take
From the beginning, I knew I was great
Shorty she call me, we link and we mate
1 out of 10 this girl wants her a rate
Tbh, Rate, Date I gave her an eight
This shit on my time you thought I was late
C.o.l.o.r the color of the day
C.o.l.o.r the color is gray
C.a.l.o.r forgot the hace
C.o S.p.g the city not state
C.a.l.o.r it's hot in this bitch
Promise I'll go far I'll be really rich
Eka my uso like Lilo and Stitch
No nigga robbing my son I'm not Mitch
Promise I'll be rich like ñiiro not Roddy
You should be flattered I call you my shawty
Don't try to cross me you're nothing like Quade
Eating contest yeah I'm racing Bugatti
Quatro my rings yeah I'm whipping an Audi
Hot and I'm rich, your girl's calling me Saudi
Dior head to toe it covers my body
Shoutout lil Suman and shoutout Lil Laudy
Looked at the weather it's looking real spotty
33 racks got me feeling like Scottie