Scoo B and Lil Pasty and we back on the beat
Motherlovers buy our music and they put it on repeat
I ain't the type to throw shade, I ain't the type to start beef
But your boys are looking comfy in their skin tight jeans
Scoo B, LP the boys are back in town
We be packing all the heat we 'boutta burn the city down
Started off, 17 without a purpose or direction
Then we got 10k streams, we 'boutta teach these kids a lesson
We did it last year so this album feeling mandatory
We done grabbed the glory in a place that ain't our territory
That's a rapping category, ain't nobody writing for me
We up in the house now, but my name ain't even Cory
Can't believe you'd even think that we would quit now
I walk into every funeral in Gucci bust downs
You try to take the throne, but theres only one crown
You can't even fit up in my dress thats a tight gown
Tight gown you can catch your boy up in his night gown
I frown every time your boys kicked out the playground
Started rap and ever since your boy hit double digits
People tryna take my picture people tryna get my digits
I got people all across the world that listen to our hits
I'm talking Germany and France, I send my love to all the Brits
Got me running through offensives you can call your boys the blitz
Our streams stacking like a cracker man you know I'm talking ritz
We ain't got no time for cuffing, end of the discussion
If that chick want beef, you can bet I'll turn her into nothing
Got no time for rings, but I do got time for stunting
Hope you got Aleve, cause this beat is straight bumping
Whack-a-mole these rappers like we chilling in the arcade
Seems like being boring and a lame is just your forte
She wouldn't even want you if you were the last man on earth
She can't help that she's a fox, you can't help that your Will Forte
It's Lil Pasty with the last verse on the track
I be saying things that make you say hey turbo run it back
Watch the streams run up, man we've been put on the map
I've been keeping it 100 you ain't even at the bat
Album 2, I've been chilling and just cooking with the Scoob
In the stu, we've been making stuff that no one else could do
Out the blue, I be spitting but I ain't trying to be rude
What it do? My verse sick I think that it gave me the flu
Aye
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Scoo B and Lil Pasty and we back on the beat
Motherlovers buy our music and they put it on repeat
I ain't the type to throw shade, I ain't the type to start beef
But your boys are looking comfy in their skin tight jeans
Scoo B, LP the boys are back in town
We be packing all the heat we 'boutta burn the city down
Started off, 17 without a purpose or direction
Then we got 10k streams, we 'boutta teach these kids a lesson
We did it last year so this album feeling mandatory
We done grabbed the glory in a place that ain't our territory
That's a rapping category, ain't nobody writing for me
We up in the house now, but my name ain't even Cory
Can't believe you'd even think that we would quit now
I walk into every funeral in Gucci bust downs
You try to take the throne, but theres only one crown
You can't even fit up in my dress thats a tight gown
Tight gown you can catch your boy up in his night gown
I frown every time your boys kicked out the playground
Started rap and ever since your boy hit double digits
People tryna take my picture people tryna get my digits
I got people all across the world that listen to our hits
I'm talking Germany and France, I send my love to all the Brits
Got me running through offensives you can call your boys the blitz
Our streams stacking like a cracker man you know I'm talking ritz
We ain't got no time for cuffing, end of the discussion
If that chick want beef, you can bet I'll turn her into nothing
Got no time for rings, but I do got time for stunting
Hope you got Aleve, cause this beat is straight bumping
Whack-a-mole these rappers like we chilling in the arcade
Seems like being boring and a lame is just your forte
She wouldn't even want you if you were the last man on earth
She can't help that she's a fox, you can't help that your Will Forte
It's Lil Pasty with the last verse on the track
I be saying things that make you say hey turbo run it back
Watch the streams run up, man we've been put on the map
I've been keeping it 100 you ain't even at the bat
Album 2, I've been chilling and just cooking with the Scoob
In the stu, we've been making stuff that no one else could do
Out the blue, I be spitting but I ain't trying to be rude
What it do? My verse sick I think that it gave me the flu
Aye
Motherlovers buy our music and they put it on repeat
I ain't the type to throw shade, I ain't the type to start beef
But your boys are looking comfy in their skin tight jeans
Scoo B, LP the boys are back in town
We be packing all the heat we 'boutta burn the city down
Started off, 17 without a purpose or direction
Then we got 10k streams, we 'boutta teach these kids a lesson
We did it last year so this album feeling mandatory
We done grabbed the glory in a place that ain't our territory
That's a rapping category, ain't nobody writing for me
We up in the house now, but my name ain't even Cory
Can't believe you'd even think that we would quit now
I walk into every funeral in Gucci bust downs
You try to take the throne, but theres only one crown
You can't even fit up in my dress thats a tight gown
Tight gown you can catch your boy up in his night gown
I frown every time your boys kicked out the playground
Started rap and ever since your boy hit double digits
People tryna take my picture people tryna get my digits
I got people all across the world that listen to our hits
I'm talking Germany and France, I send my love to all the Brits
Got me running through offensives you can call your boys the blitz
Our streams stacking like a cracker man you know I'm talking ritz
We ain't got no time for cuffing, end of the discussion
If that chick want beef, you can bet I'll turn her into nothing
Got no time for rings, but I do got time for stunting
Hope you got Aleve, cause this beat is straight bumping
Whack-a-mole these rappers like we chilling in the arcade
Seems like being boring and a lame is just your forte
She wouldn't even want you if you were the last man on earth
She can't help that she's a fox, you can't help that your Will Forte
It's Lil Pasty with the last verse on the track
I be saying things that make you say hey turbo run it back
Watch the streams run up, man we've been put on the map
I've been keeping it 100 you ain't even at the bat
Album 2, I've been chilling and just cooking with the Scoob
In the stu, we've been making stuff that no one else could do
Out the blue, I be spitting but I ain't trying to be rude
What it do? My verse sick I think that it gave me the flu
Aye
Writer: Gavin Parrish, Izaiah Bowdish
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid