"Scope" lyrics
Fz, Fz
Fz
Baow, baow
Word to my dead, only Hatz and the Gatz, only timin' I'm on with a couple of Makks
Kreepsville this, Kreepsville that, they ain't slidin' for Bino, he stuck in a pack
I really get mad and start saying, "Fuck rap", my mans died like a G, nigga, get off his-
DayHound by the store, 1k on the floor, nigga, word to my dead, look what happened to Stackz
I can merch on my deads that I really done got in my stance for the bros
Shoutout the guys, we was walkin through P'zz, nigga, blazin' for B only thing that I know
007, they know I'm the PT, never the Ewee, got love for some Glos
To go back and rewind, tryna pack us a Makk with the gat, have him froze like he takin' a pose
Clap clap, nigga, I got the Glo with me, don't gotta say what we did to the Bee
Did it for Nu when we spotted the Jet we took all of his fuel, niggas left him on E
Never the rapper, they know how I get, when the heat turn on, I was bangin' my G
Word to my dead, niggas know how I bop, I don't know why the fuck niggas mentionin' me, word to my dead
Nigga, shoutout the bros, we was bendin' through blocks, three deep, one pole
Don't got a scene with me, niggas can't be with me, niggas be ready to switch up for hoes
Me and my brothers, we in it for real, we was never the type, now we shootin' to kill
Laced up my shoes when I got in the field, I be missin' the bros, now I'm shootin' to heal, word to my dead
I lost bro to this shit first, not even gon' lie it was breakin' my heart
Then I lost Nu, had to turn this shit up, not gon' lie that shit really had tore me apart
Then I lost B, niggas really be killin' me, bro, you was ridin' with me from the start
Got me on bad shit, look at the gun, put it right on my hip, creepin' low in the dark, baow, baow
I put my all in this shit everyday putting on for the block
Double attempts, got me stuck on the anky', I gotta relax or I'm back on the rock
Brodie callin' my phone and he cryin' inside, all that shit, heard him say, "Nigga, B.O got shot"
Said that he dead, I said, "Nigga, he not", then I checked on the 'Gram, nigga, my world stopped
Suited and booted, the cops in the corner, no time to cry, man, I couldn't believe it
Brodie it's time, when I saw brodie mom, felt the pain in my heart, this shit feel like I'm bleedin'
Trolls on the 'Gram had me fessed, not gon' lie I was grabbing the gun, what the fuck is a grieving?
Boys in that corner, I walked up the block tryna go for the shot, ankle monitor beepin'
Free Baby J, I can merch on my dead that the whole Bronx really know what niggas do
What the fuck is a group? I was bendin' alone broadday on the opps whilst your going to school
Do I look like a fool? You can't troll on the 'Gram if you ran into us and was duckin' the boom
Bullets shakin' the room, niggas know they can't troll us, like, we was the reason they lightin' balloons
Bendin' for B, niggas know how we get, ain't no Brim love shit, you can't swag in this Aston
Why niggas keep on trolling? They know how we get, 48 if he swaggin'
Went to the JAG, had to chase a lil' rapper, like, word to my dead, on B.O, he jacked it
Pop know Jodot was duckin' the G, nigga, word to my dead, after that nun' happened, word to my dead
Fz
Baow, baow
Word to my dead, only Hatz and the Gatz, only timin' I'm on with a couple of Makks
Kreepsville this, Kreepsville that, they ain't slidin' for Bino, he stuck in a pack
I really get mad and start saying, "Fuck rap", my mans died like a G, nigga, get off his-
DayHound by the store, 1k on the floor, nigga, word to my dead, look what happened to Stackz
I can merch on my deads that I really done got in my stance for the bros
Shoutout the guys, we was walkin through P'zz, nigga, blazin' for B only thing that I know
007, they know I'm the PT, never the Ewee, got love for some Glos
To go back and rewind, tryna pack us a Makk with the gat, have him froze like he takin' a pose
Clap clap, nigga, I got the Glo with me, don't gotta say what we did to the Bee
Did it for Nu when we spotted the Jet we took all of his fuel, niggas left him on E
Never the rapper, they know how I get, when the heat turn on, I was bangin' my G
Word to my dead, niggas know how I bop, I don't know why the fuck niggas mentionin' me, word to my dead
Nigga, shoutout the bros, we was bendin' through blocks, three deep, one pole
Don't got a scene with me, niggas can't be with me, niggas be ready to switch up for hoes
Me and my brothers, we in it for real, we was never the type, now we shootin' to kill
Laced up my shoes when I got in the field, I be missin' the bros, now I'm shootin' to heal, word to my dead
I lost bro to this shit first, not even gon' lie it was breakin' my heart
Then I lost Nu, had to turn this shit up, not gon' lie that shit really had tore me apart
Then I lost B, niggas really be killin' me, bro, you was ridin' with me from the start
Got me on bad shit, look at the gun, put it right on my hip, creepin' low in the dark, baow, baow
I put my all in this shit everyday putting on for the block
Double attempts, got me stuck on the anky', I gotta relax or I'm back on the rock
Brodie callin' my phone and he cryin' inside, all that shit, heard him say, "Nigga, B.O got shot"
Said that he dead, I said, "Nigga, he not", then I checked on the 'Gram, nigga, my world stopped
Suited and booted, the cops in the corner, no time to cry, man, I couldn't believe it
Brodie it's time, when I saw brodie mom, felt the pain in my heart, this shit feel like I'm bleedin'
Trolls on the 'Gram had me fessed, not gon' lie I was grabbing the gun, what the fuck is a grieving?
Boys in that corner, I walked up the block tryna go for the shot, ankle monitor beepin'
Free Baby J, I can merch on my dead that the whole Bronx really know what niggas do
What the fuck is a group? I was bendin' alone broadday on the opps whilst your going to school
Do I look like a fool? You can't troll on the 'Gram if you ran into us and was duckin' the boom
Bullets shakin' the room, niggas know they can't troll us, like, we was the reason they lightin' balloons
Bendin' for B, niggas know how we get, ain't no Brim love shit, you can't swag in this Aston
Why niggas keep on trolling? They know how we get, 48 if he swaggin'
Went to the JAG, had to chase a lil' rapper, like, word to my dead, on B.O, he jacked it
Pop know Jodot was duckin' the G, nigga, word to my dead, after that nun' happened, word to my dead
