"Scene, Pt. 2" lyrics
Bunny hop, bunny hop (Grrah), like (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Bunny hop, bunny hop, like
Put one leg back, start geekin' (That's what I'm talkin' about, that's why he's the MVP)
Nah (Grrah), y'all know what's goin' on, gang (That's why he's the G.O.A.T., the G.O.A.T.)
Ayy, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')
Never put a O before my Y (24 is the G.O.A.T.)
Grrah (Never)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like (Grrah, grrah)
He can't run from the beam (Like, get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Gang, gang, gang, EMRLD)
On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Boom, boom, boom)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like (Grrah, geek)
He can't run from the beam (Like, get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Gang, gang, gang)
On the highway, get low from the D's (Grrah, grrah)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Gang, gang, gang)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
They like, "DThang, you back and you better" (Like, what?)
But I gotta pack a Beretta (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, say the wrong thing, I'ma shoot through the sweater (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And we up, nigga, what they can tell us? (Like, what?)
Put one leg back, start geekin', like, we Drilly Bop in the spot (Like, damn)
Oh, she wanna stay for the weekend, but I heard she fuck with the opps (Gang, gang, gang)
But I tell her, "Bunny hop one time (Grrah), you put your hands on your knees" (Like, smoochie)
Like, when you bring up New York, better say my name 'cause niggas ain't bigger than me (Like, not bigger than me)
Look, I ran up a hundred this week (On bro), if it ain't 'bout money, can't speak (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, geek (Grrah), geek (Grrah)
We gon' turn up to the beat
Like, geek (Grrah), geek (Grrah)
We gon' turn up to the beat (Gang, gang, gang)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like (Grrah, geek)
He can't run from the beam (Like, get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Gang, gang, gang, EMRLD)
On the highway, get low from the D's (Grrah, grrah)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Grrah, grrah)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like
He can't run from the beam (Get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Grrah, grrah, boom)
On the highway, get low from the D's (Grrah)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (At all, at all)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
It's up, then fuck it (Damn)
Like, we just gon' let this shit dump (Like, get that nigga)
Like, throw up a O then we aim for his pumpkin (Die Os, Die Os)
Them niggas not fuckin' with us (At all, at all)
I keep mentionin' bro, I really came from nothin' (On bro)
I know they mad that I'm up (Like, what?)
Like, look, you stuck, I know that your boyfriend a bum (Grrah, grrah, l, ah)
Like, I can name like a hundred reasons why they hate me
One, 'cause I call they bluff
Like, two, nigga, who you touch? (Like, how)
Three, nothin' ain't happen to us (Like, I wanna know)
I can name like a hundred reasons why they hate me (Grrah)
One, 'cause I call they bluff (Like, what?)
Like, two, nigga, who you touch? (I wanna know)
Three, nothin' ain't happen to us (Gang, gang, gang)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like (Grrah, grrah)
He can't run from the beam
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Gang, gang, gang, EMRLD)
On the highway, get low from the D's (At all, at all)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Gang, gang, gang)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like
He can't run from the beam (Like, get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (I wanna)
On the highway, get low from the D's (Grrah, grrah)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Geek, geek)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
Put one leg back, start geekin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Gang, gang, gang
Yo, it's that DThang nigga, make 'em jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard?
Grrah, grrah, like (Like, what?)
Look, R.I.P. Woo (Gang, gang, gang, like)
R.I.P. Glo (Grrah)
And long live Rah, grrah (Grrah)
And long live Beans, grrah (Grrah, grrah)
Bunny hop, bunny hop, like
Put one leg back, start geekin' (That's what I'm talkin' about, that's why he's the MVP)
Nah (Grrah), y'all know what's goin' on, gang (That's why he's the G.O.A.T., the G.O.A.T.)
Ayy, Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')
Never put a O before my Y (24 is the G.O.A.T.)
Grrah (Never)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like (Grrah, grrah)
He can't run from the beam (Like, get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Gang, gang, gang, EMRLD)
On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Boom, boom, boom)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like (Grrah, geek)
He can't run from the beam (Like, get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Gang, gang, gang)
On the highway, get low from the D's (Grrah, grrah)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Gang, gang, gang)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
They like, "DThang, you back and you better" (Like, what?)
But I gotta pack a Beretta (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, say the wrong thing, I'ma shoot through the sweater (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And we up, nigga, what they can tell us? (Like, what?)
Put one leg back, start geekin', like, we Drilly Bop in the spot (Like, damn)
Oh, she wanna stay for the weekend, but I heard she fuck with the opps (Gang, gang, gang)
But I tell her, "Bunny hop one time (Grrah), you put your hands on your knees" (Like, smoochie)
Like, when you bring up New York, better say my name 'cause niggas ain't bigger than me (Like, not bigger than me)
Look, I ran up a hundred this week (On bro), if it ain't 'bout money, can't speak (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, geek (Grrah), geek (Grrah)
We gon' turn up to the beat
Like, geek (Grrah), geek (Grrah)
We gon' turn up to the beat (Gang, gang, gang)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like (Grrah, geek)
He can't run from the beam (Like, get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Gang, gang, gang, EMRLD)
On the highway, get low from the D's (Grrah, grrah)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Grrah, grrah)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like
He can't run from the beam (Get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Grrah, grrah, boom)
On the highway, get low from the D's (Grrah)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (At all, at all)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
It's up, then fuck it (Damn)
Like, we just gon' let this shit dump (Like, get that nigga)
Like, throw up a O then we aim for his pumpkin (Die Os, Die Os)
Them niggas not fuckin' with us (At all, at all)
I keep mentionin' bro, I really came from nothin' (On bro)
I know they mad that I'm up (Like, what?)
Like, look, you stuck, I know that your boyfriend a bum (Grrah, grrah, l, ah)
Like, I can name like a hundred reasons why they hate me
One, 'cause I call they bluff
Like, two, nigga, who you touch? (Like, how)
Three, nothin' ain't happen to us (Like, I wanna know)
I can name like a hundred reasons why they hate me (Grrah)
One, 'cause I call they bluff (Like, what?)
Like, two, nigga, who you touch? (I wanna know)
Three, nothin' ain't happen to us (Gang, gang, gang)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like (Grrah, grrah)
He can't run from the beam
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (Gang, gang, gang, EMRLD)
On the highway, get low from the D's (At all, at all)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Gang, gang, gang)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
I'ma slide to the strip with my .30 like Steph, like
He can't run from the beam (Like, get that nigga)
I know they mad I threw the Jet up (Like, how?)
But they know my heart is still green (I wanna)
On the highway, get low from the D's (Grrah, grrah)
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream (Geek, geek)
(On the highway, get low from the D's
.30 so loud, I ain't hearin' him scream)
Put one leg back, start geekin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Gang, gang, gang
Yo, it's that DThang nigga, make 'em jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard?
Grrah, grrah, like (Like, what?)
Look, R.I.P. Woo (Gang, gang, gang, like)
R.I.P. Glo (Grrah)
And long live Rah, grrah (Grrah)
And long live Beans, grrah (Grrah, grrah)
