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[intro]
[?]
[?]
q red on the track and [?]
skrrt
i’m juggin’ and finessin’
i shoulda learned a lesson
pow, pow, pow, pow [?] with them wesson

[chorus: scotty cain]
i’m juggin’, i’m gettin’ out the pack when it fall in my hands
they think i be jackin’, i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and runnin’ them bands
them b_tches gon’ hate when they say a real n_gga hittin’ blocks in the lamb
i’m a real street n_gga and that’s what i speak, i just be who i am
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
you a broke n_gga, you can get the f_ck out of my face, you ain’t say nothin’

[verse 1: scotty cain]
whipped up a whole lotta grams after i fall in the lab
rap about it, go do a show, every b_tch in this club i can have
my youngins, they be clutchin’ bad (pah pah)
that hoe that you cover, shе sad
you kissin’ that hoe, i just laugh, same hoe just suckеd my d_ck, no gag
i’m ’bout to go catch me a [cell/sell]
the people they all on my trail
man i gotta stay outta jail (for real)
it’s stress when you get in that cell
i’m blessed in the way i can [fail/feel] ([?] way)
i shake back from every lil error
can’t talk if you f_ckin’ with 12
you the type that a rat on the cell (rattin’ ass n_gga)
i hit the club with my n_ggas (we pull) pull out them grams
every spot i go to new, i’m always gaining fans
i could f_ck yo b_tch, she gon’ go soon as a n_gga pull out them bands
go jump in that auto with byrd, he put it in drive gon’ smash
get yo money up, n_gga, get yo money up
my n_ggas got them packs, they keep them onions tucked
i like to flex with hunnids, put them 20s up
if you ain’t gettin’ money like this, then what you stuntin’ for?
p_ssy
[chorus: scotty cain]
i’m juggin’, i’m gettin’ out the pack when it fall in my hands
they think i be jackin’, i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and runnin’ them bands
them b_tches gon’ hate when they say a real n_gga hittin’ blocks in the lamb
i’m a real street n_gga and that’s what i speak, i just be who i am
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up (harley ken)
you a broke n_gga, you can get the f_ck out of my face, you ain’t say nothin’

[verse 2: harley ken]
got so many bars they think i’m in jail
rock so much of red they think i’m in h_ll
drink so much of lean, be p_ssin’ codeine and sweatin’ out promethazine
i’m nino brown in that jeep thing
money blue, that jeep green
black robin jeans, red diamond wings, black gucci beanie, strip red and green
rappin’ my high i be trappin’ her out
what they gon’ say when i get that bugatti (what)
he trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ his bands up (yup)
yo b_tch look back again, yeah she gettin’ f_cked
she slurp me up then asked to hit my double cup (what the f_ck?)

[verse 3: byrd]
byrd man, byrd man, i’m the life of the party
heads turn, b_tches smile, when i pull up in the audi (skrrrrrt)
all my songs be dirty, bag of ice and some double cup
my kush [?] jesse
and all my cookies be double stuffed
you anti down, i doubled up, name a clique out that can f_ck with us
you turnt down, it’s up wit us
new louisiana you stuck with us
i’m loud pack, you simple green
you a half a lime and i’m a pint of lean
fat ass n_gga with some truie jeans
with the baddest b_tch a n_gga ever seen
and i’m gone
[chorus: scotty cain]
i’m juggin’, i’m gettin’ out the pack when it fall in my hands
they think i be jackin’, i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and runnin’ them bands
them b_tches gon’ hate when they say a real n_gga hittin’ blocks in the lamb
i’m a real street n_gga and that’s what i speak, i just be who i am
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
you a broke n_gga, you can get the f_ck out of my face (look), you ain’t say nothin’

[verse 4: pablo]
it’s pablo, yeah i keep a boss b_tch
8 chains on me boy i think i’m sl!ck rick
used to get the whole pack for the one six
now a n_gga get it for the o sh_t
numbers in my hood doing jumping jacks
i played qb, receiver, and run it back
if i don’t f_ck with you n_gga then you gettin’ taxed
try to jack me, same day boy getting whacked
outta town back in town with the og
don’t f_ck with no workers, just ogs
never fronts seven that c on d
junior moa with the red no oe
grew up thuggin’ and outisde with my grandma
scotland n_gga blessed me with the k!ll doe
li gee, dominique, and no noes
them three n_ggas that i’ll k!ll for
5 pack [8/ain’t] touch i’m in ski mode
send out fake packs man the game cold
they feel played, call back so i done switched phones
if they call my old line just a dial tone
i done ran my bands up on that okie doke (f_ck ’em)
it’s a dirty game but that’s just how it go
[chorus: scotty cain]
i’m juggin’, i’m gettin’ out the pack when it fall in my hands
they think i be jackin’, i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and runnin’ them bands
them b_tches gon’ hate when they say a real n_gga hittin’ blocks in the lamb
i’m a real street n_gga and that’s what i speak, i just be who i am
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
i’m trappin’ and rappin’ and stackin’ and runnin’ them bands up
you a broke n_gga, you can get the f_ck out of my face (look), you ain’t say nothin’

- scotty cain

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