Top Songs By Young Scooter
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Scooter
Vocals
Guap Tarantino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Genzel Lejon Tennon
Composer
Chauncey Davis
Composer
Kenneth Edward Bailey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louney G
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, B.M.F.B.G.
Yeah, ha
Oh yeah, oh, you shot him on sight?
(Big jugg, ****)
Say they sell drugs, sell drugs ****
Say he sell drugs, sell drugs
Say you sell drugs, sell drugs
(Louney G on the track)
****, you ain't no killer, ****, you ain't no killer
(Yah, yah)
You just hang around the robbers and the drug dealers
(And the drug dealers)
Used to run the block with them thug ****
One word'll get you popped, you a dud, ****
(Dud, brrr)
I get ice, an ice attack, fuck your bitch then give her back
(Yah, yah)
In the street, we handle that, young FreeBandz Gang is Taliban
(Taliban)
I fuck your bitch then hit her friend, these **** really copycats
(Yah, cats)
One call will get you whacked, young **** havin' rack-rack-racks
(Whacked, ra-ra-ra-ra-racks)
I don't really rap, I sleep in the trap
We got pounds, I don't sell no sacks
Lil' broke ass ****, I buy your trap
You ain't no shooter, you sold your scrap
Gelato, smoke a lot of that
Protect my ice with fifty scraps
This AP cost me sixty racks
Just lost fifty grams and whipped it back
Aston Martin with the rose gold rims
We all brothers, I ain't got no friends
All my work jump out the gym
Bales go out and bricks come in
Triple salute the gang I'm in
I'm a FreeBand ****, I play to win
Worldwide superstar, I'm Black Amigo hustlin'
****, you ain't no killer, ****, you ain't no killer
(Yah, yah)
You just hang around the robbers and the drug dealers
(And the drug dealers)
Used to run the block with them thug ****
One word'll get you popped, you a dud, ****
(Dud, brrr)
I get ice, an ice attack, fuck your bitch then give her back
(Yah, yah)
In the streets, we handle that, young FreeBandz Gang is Taliban
(Taliban)
I fuck your bitch then hit her friend, these **** really copycats
(Yah, cats)
One call will get you whacked, young **** havin' rack-rack-racks
(Whacked, ra-ra-ra-ra-racks)
One call you know big Guap, I bring the birds in
(Birds in)
Boy, I heard you wasn't really servin'
(Really servin')
Big Guap in this bitch, I got them racks and went Tourettes
(Ya, ya, ra-racks)
If the feds watchin', bitch, I'm still ridin' with that TEC
Spent some racks on meds
Fuck your bitch and then go to the neck
Hundreds on the bed
I just made ten thousand through a text
(Ah-hey)
I heard that I was next
**** doubtin' me, I told 'em bet
(Yeah)
Real OG, I don't owe debts
These **** cap, you know the rest
(Nah, cap)
****, you ain't no killer, ****, you ain't no killer
(Yah, yah)
You just hang around the robbers and the drug dealers
(And the drug dealers)
Used to run the block with them thug ****
One word'll get you popped, you a dud, ****
(Dud, brrr)
I get ice, an ice attack, fuck your bitch then give her back
(Yah, yah)
In the streets, we handle that, young FreeBandz Gang is Taliban
(Taliban)
I fuck your bitch then hit her friend, these **** really copycats
(Yah, cats)
One call will get you whacked, young **** havin' rack-rack-racks
(Whacked, ra-ra-ra-ra-racks)
Written by: Chauncey Davis, Genzel Lejon Tennon, Kenneth Edward Bailey