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Last Trip To Scotland

That nigga pussy doin' pig Latin

He can't come to the hood

Might kill him off, top up in the Staten

Son think he better than niggas

I think his rebels is resentful, tried to kill him in his rental

He had an Idi Amin approach, hittin' the roach

Had a hunger face, he drove his mom's 7 in the ocean

He's a wild cowboy slangin' heron who rocked the dead on

Knock a DEA agent on his Chevron

All of his Eli's machette'd up stainless

You never heard nothin', all you hear is the guns bangin'

Rockin' pastel blazers with a shorty from Iceland

Who old dad put 'em up on white sand

Starvin' to make a whack debut, he came through the lobby

Three culture Devilles with them a whitey

This pathetic, ragged monkey face faggot daddy

Comin' through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate

Watchin' him lookin' stupid, son know we on foot patrol

Come through the hole, niggas is swoopin'

700 shots, all leather gloves, 6 thugs

Two had a mask on, they took 'em off, what?

We got you now nigga, knowin' you down

Niggas is foul, this is trauma king, by any means blaow

They pushed his face in, fell out as saconies

Snatched his homies, took his glock

You gon' be my tenderonies?

Metal exchanges, the hoods, the gun range

Everybody's a target, dependin' on how you aim

Dice games and ice chains, pendants spellin' your name

OG's settin' the wrong example, tellin' the same

Look at shorty shit stain, grew up to be a fuckin' mess

Before his clique came, he banged and never tucked his chest

Closets full of them things, he caught the gun connect

Ridin' 'round with A and Lou, Nino when they want respect

Son cold, Nino want to show

Everybody know they straight shippin'

Hood bitches to the bungalow

Pillow talking led to birds talking

Chattin' bout what happened

And when and where they comin' back in

Champagne slackin' traffickin' while they travel

Word got back at old time friends and snakes rattled

Two different Bourbons

But the one that dropped the birds got tailed

Information for the ones who light the steel got mill

Pussy power made the plans sour

Apartment full of party powder outside a stakeout for hours

Click clacks from big gats and rags

Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass

Bang flash, shots right on path, broken glass

Comedy of laughs while they haul ass with the bags

Legends in my hood play back, twin Benz's whippin' in black

And that was like the old Maybach

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