Scottie

It's so simple that it's complicated

Uh, you think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em

Uh, the water's running baby, I ain't chasin'

'Cause only in still water we can see our faces

Real shit, I told my ****

"Boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin'

****, them dog ass hoes be creepin'"

I got a few Ms put up for safe keeping

Long hair, don't care like I was raised in a tipi

****, gun hurt, Nina said she 'bout to go streaking

**** 'bout to go to missin', **** 'bout to go to deacons

**** 'bout to get high as airmen from Tuskegee

**** blind to the fact 'cause they don't want see me

**** don't want talk, **** don't want reason

**** don't want peace, **** don't know the meaning

**** said, "You're a bitch, ****", bitch European

**** we Herculean, ****, skate service skiing

**** really overseeing, y'all **** sight seeing

Tomorrow is what a **** ain't guaranteeing

New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee

And when he died, **** shouted out, "Tha-thank you, Jesus"

Cruising down the street and I ain't Caribbean

Ain't terrified and I ain't never been

Sippin' H-Town, lookin' like Jeremy Lin

I'm movin' slower than a fuckin' Maryland Terrapin

I ain't got time, patience very thin

I will fuck a **** bride on the day she marry him

I'm a bad Samaritan, I'm a black American

Got white like a fuckin' Aryan, and

I don't need no pot to piss in

I just need a pot to whip it

I don't need no fucking help

I don't need no Scottie Pippin

I don't need a lot of ****

I just need the chopper, ****

Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep running out of ****

I ain't runnin' out on ****, no

Now beam me up scotty, you gon' find your mommy

Trapped up in the tub with "stop snitchin"

Written on a note by her body

I picked up your hoe and she wore something tiny

I wore something simple, she like that about me

My dope from the 90s

My dope ain't consignment

My coke ain't that diet

I hope you a client

These hoes be relying

These **** be lying

These **** who snitchin', we throw to the lions

Ain't no testifying, you know desert's quiet

So scream until you give your throat laryngitis

We so terrorizin'

You caught up too much you choose hoes to confide in

I know where you hidin', that hoe verified it

I told my homie, "I know where to find him"

He said, "You late, we already got him

And by the way, it was an honor"

That made my day, made me so proud

I bought my bitch some shit from her favorite designer

And a chihuahua

What's the occasion?

Don't worry about it

I don't fuck with snakes, except Kobe, the mamba

Might cut off my hair 'cause these hoes is Delilah's

Let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals

Call me the greatest or call me retired

It's up in the air, like carbon monoxide

Bitch, we in the building, we started from outside

My dick is my third eye and she call it cockeyed

My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360

She get so wet, it gave me seasickening

**** expect, some sort of leniency

I'm in high def, but why are you screening me?

I'm Weezy F-U, with a sick dick

Hop on my skateboard, do a quick trick

Playin' my role even with a thick script

Waitin' on a revolution, hope I get a big tip

Smokin' on Cee Lo Green, lightin' up a big gift

Every bud get nipped

Life is so vibrant and the suns just tripped

Anything can happen put the "what's" with the "if's"

But what's with the if's?

Just pass that weed like flying colors, like green, teal, turquoise, purple

When I'm in the room if these walls could talk, I'm sure they'd prefer to be non-verbal

Papa was a rolling stone, worthless

Mama said I wasn't on purpose

That's why I got a icebox where my heart used to be

In this cold world, I'm a monster

A cold-blooded monster

I'm colder than fucking Moscow

Kilo's, ounces, Grammy's, Oscar's

Knock you off your fucking high horse

Like a cold-blooded jouster

Fightin' for my life

Prayin' to the ringside announcer

It's so simple that it's complicated

Yeah, you think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em

Yeah, the water's running baby, I ain't chasin'

'Cause only in still water's when we see our faces

Real shit

Tell 'em I don't need no pot to piss in

I just need a pot to whip it

I don't need no fucking help

I don't need no Scottie Pippin

I don't need a lot of ****

I just need that choppa with me

Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep running out of ****

I ain't runnin' out on ****

No, I ain't runnin' out on ****

No, I don't need a lot of ****

I just need that choppa with me

Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep running out of ****

I ain't runnin out on ****

No

Now beam me up scotty