Our Year (feat. MBB)
33 Inches you can call me Scotty
Country ass nigga what you thought about robbing
No nigga scare me I ain't never had fear
Focus on money ain't nothing like my peers
Want hundreds not hoes
That's commas no periods
You gotta sign in to go be who you is
Internet gangsta that shit really snitching
Adding my twin, really wish that you didn't
You know bout that last time y'all did it for attention
Yeah, shit got wicked
Changing the subject ain't never sip bubbly
Had to get off the lean that shit do something to me
Poppin these percs and it made me go crazy
Got all these hoes tryna push out my baby
Ain't cuffing no hoes only hunnids I'm saving
Anything to get cash still won't tell if you pay me
Need it all now I ain't taking no payments
And I ain't gone stop juggin til a young nigga famous
If I ain't got me who got me
33 Years you can call me Scotty
17 Shots lemon squeeze I pop it
Twin got a 30 on the bottom of the glocky
Country ass nigga what you thought about robbing
Rethink quick musta lost yo wallet
This our year fuck nigga can't stop it
Going up quick we the brand new topic
Talk about us we the top of the game
Most of these niggas they lame they gone change
Loyalty deep that shit in my veins
I'ma ride for my dawg and I know he the same
I don't even lie if I said it I mean it
Nigga dissed on a guy see there I ain't finish
Twin love to spin sum don't even get dizzy
I got the sauce from the bank not the kitchen
Cookin up checks I ain't cooking up chicken
I can AP OT I'm all bout the business
You know what that mean I can hit from a distance
I ball like the Hawks my new bitch a Piston
She can tell by the walk that I'm really gettin it
These niggas all talk but who really spin shit
Shit off the top ain't none of it written
No coach calling plays all we know blitz em
Young nigga popping it huh
Brodie gave me the ticket I'm copping it
32 For a bag ain't no dropping it
Put the tool on ya man watch ya potna hit
Running off on the plug with them counterfeits
It was tears in my eyes when the candles lit
But I learned my lesson that shit was a blessing
Nigga I cannot count on shit
Blues in my pocket I can't count a fit
Lost all my potnas I can't count a friend
I get it popping but they steady talking
I pull out this drac and I empty the clip
Reload again and I hand it to Clippz
I gotta pop it they know that I walk it
I hate when they talking I cover my ears
Pain in my voice I got blood in my tears
No nigga scare me I ain't never had fear
Focus on money ain't nothing like my peers
Want hundreds not hoes
That's commas no periods
You gotta sign in to go be who you is
Internet gangsta that shit really snitching
Adding my twin, really wish that you didn't
You know bout that last time y'all did it for attention
Yeah, shit got wicked
Changing the subject ain't never sip bubbly
Had to get off the lean that shit do something to me
Poppin these percs and it made me go crazy
Got all these hoes tryna push out my baby
Ain't cuffing no hoes only hunnids I'm saving
Anything to get cash still won't tell if you pay me
Need it all now I ain't taking no payments
And I ain't gone stop juggin til a young nigga famous