ScattPack (part. LA M RECORDS)

Hey
Haha!
Yama Make Them Bounce
Hehe
Listen up, motherfucker
Son of a bitch
Listen up

40, explosive bullets (hey), military R (wuh, wuh), the P80
We're gonna kill you, not just break glass (hehe, ah)
Cinderella, you’re gonna sleep if I give the signals (brr)
And it’s seventy if I drop down to sing with Sha on Canalé
Karl Malone, you know who’s here, the big problem
In your hood, I’m Jordan with the Draco and the ball (haha)
It’s Cosa Nostra, the godfather, the boss, the cane
I hit the club, shake that ass with silicone

I don't give a fuck, in the Scat Pack
I'm from the block, Gucci is the backpack (brr)
The guns are Glocks, and the clips go crack-crack
I got this bitch asking me to tear it up (haha)

Move that ass (hey), bitch, there’s no time to waste (ah)
And that pussy adores me, I take her to Bora Bora (haha!)
Medicine, doctor, you’re feeling real freaky (hehe)
I’m gonna break your ass, your little pussy, and your heart
They wanna kill me (they want), but they can’t (no, no)
They wanna front on me (how?), but they don’t have it (no, no)
They try to set me up and the bitches end up dead (haha!)
Bitch, get on all fours, make that ass clap, uh
They want more dick, more drugs, more sex (ah, ah, ah)
More bitches, more rolls, problems and guns (haha!)
They want more dick, more drugs, more sex (ah)
More rolls, problems and guns
What do you know about living in war?
What do you know about moving a kilo? (Hehe)
When a brother flips on you and you send him to retirement
Crocodile wallets and shoes (ah)
Blood calls for more blood and this Draco is a vampire (wuh, wuh)

The Celtics of Boston, John Stockton with the Concords
A long clip, cock sucker, and a short one
And if Luci catches you, they’re gonna give you an abortion
I’m not sleeping and still, I go and flex on them

I don't give a fuck, in the Scat Pack
I'm from the block, Gucci is the backpack
The guns are Glocks (hehe), and the clips go crack-crack
I got this bitch asking me to tear it up
I don't give a fuck, in the Scat Pack
I'm from the block, Gucci is the backpack
The guns are Glocks, and the clips go crack-crack
I got this bitch asking me to tear it up

(What do you know about living in war?)
(What do you know about moving a kilo-kilo?)
(What do you know about moving a kilo-kilo?)
(Crocodile shoes)
(Blood calls for more blood and this Draco is a vampire)
Ah (hey)
Listen up, motherfucker (the 66, son of a bitch)
I’ll hit you with a sucker punch, son of a bitch (tell me, Yama)
(Tell me, Castle)
Haha (tell me, the M)
Listen up, control yourselves (tell me, Buru)
Take it easy out there (talk, Román)
You all know, The 66 (you know)
The terror (yeah)
I feel like Kendo and Almighty right now.