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Yeah, you dig
Man, how you come up like that
Yeah
Black Migo gang, yeah
BMFBG

Chorus: Young Scooter
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin' Road runner
A couple pussy niggas from the hood hatin' on me Pussy nigga
I caught that case in Ohio, man, they told on me Man, they told on me
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold on you Yeah
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window Gone
Hood rappin' ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders Yeah
I'ma make a jugg from January to the end of December Jugg
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions Count up

Verse 1: Young Scooter
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with M's Count up
I got Colorado and Cali gas, I mix that shit in Gas
And I ain't doin' niggas' features no more for less than a ten Whip
You can picture me rollin' like Pac, I play above the rim Yeah
Scooter pull up, hard top Skrrt, Street pull up, drop top Skrrt
I trap out a six spot, I cook out of six pots Zone 6
You know I don't talk to cops, you know I don't fuck with opps Nah
Money over everything, you can't trust these dirty thots Money over bitches
Free Meek Mills, free Meek Mills, for real Free Meek
I ain't got no deal, but my lil' brother fightin' appeal
In my hood with Aston Martin with rose gold wheels Brick
Too many juggs at the door, my trap look like Club LIV

Chorus: Young Scooter
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin' Road runner
A couple pussy niggas from the hood hatin' on me Pussy nigga
I caught that case in Ohio, man, they told on me Man, they told on me
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold on you Yeah
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window Gone
Hood rappin' ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders Yeah
I'ma make a jugg from January to the end of December Jugg
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions Count up

Verse 2: VL Deck
Whoa
Hundred racks on swag, I'm in the rental, watch me do the dash
I'm whole-sellin' bales, but got a spot that run nothin' but bags Gone
Back and forth to Cali, off my pivot, call it jet lag Jet lag
Real plugs drop the load, they never holler, Send cash
We don't do the peons, for street war, got big guns Big guns
Twenty-four four-eights, get your house stepped on
We don't have no days off, these gas bags pays off
24-8 trappin', got Percocets and Adderall
Street cook the dope with his left hand, call that shit southpaw Woo
Thigh pads on the dailys, look like we playin' football Yes
We Aston Martin lane turnin' Skrrt still juggin', road runnin' Yes
Doin' shows, stick clutchin', I'm in the tub, bale bustin', Deck

Chorus: Young Scooter
Winter, spring, fall, summer, road runnin' Road runner
A couple pussy niggas from the hood hatin' on me Pussy nigga
I caught that case in Ohio, man, they told on me Man, they told on me
You can't trust these niggas, they'll fold on you Yeah
Yeah, I listened to your album, threw that shit out the window Gone
Hood rappin' ass niggas, boy, you niggas pretenders Yeah
I'ma make a jugg from January to the end of December Jugg
Shit, I started off with nothin' but I finished with millions Count up