Scratchy & Itchy

Uh, yeah (Helluva made this beat, baby)

Uh, switch this shit up

Big bro said this that (Back on that rappin' shit)

Weighin' it up, scalin' that shit, man

Countin' up, you know? Stackin' up profit shit

We ain't even thinkin' 'bout the problems

We stackin' dollar bills up

'Cause there ain't no future, it's right now what you make it

Uh, it's right now what you make it

You gettin' fronted, that's what you touchin', that's not what you makin'

And I'm still with dread-heads like I was Jamaican

And we still risk-takin', get a half a brick shakin'

Then a half a book shakin'

Yeah, I wear them face mask so I don't look wasted

Still stickin' to the basics

Big bro the real deal, he gon' bust that bitch, taste this

That lil' heron crack flow, this shit laced

Still straight from 7-9, every day in different states, kid

Give my lawyer 50 more, I ain't tryna face a bid

Jealousy a motherfucker, see it in your face, it is

I ain't hurt a motherfucker, why you gotta hate the kid?

Nigga, you like 30 years old, tryna chase the kids

His daddy did that but he don't know why you hate the kid

I done seen it all, I don't trust a soul

We try and get you gone, yeah, but that's your dawg

We was in this shit since leap frog (In this shit since seesaw)

Way before the streets, it was b-ball

They settin' it up, it's goin' down like seesaw

Then everybody start shootin', that's what she saw

Red, red, all red, that's what we saw

Look like he hit in the head, that's what we saw

And we thuggin' hard 'til we see the feds, bitch I'm 'bout to ball

Pack said touchdown, know he 'bout to call

You know I don't play about my dawgs

You know we don't stop at all

Wops go to 12, we gon' drop it off

And we see the 12, we don't stop at all (Skrrt)

I'ma get away or go to Hell

This a 12, we don't stop at all

Still here with Rell, you think I forgot about big dawg?

Tweak, watch your top, 'cause I'm rocked, we knockin' that shit off

Hustle like a motherfucker, know we droppin' that shit off

If he try and tax, we cop 50, knock all that shit off

Still gotta ride with a 50, and I ride with a 50

All 100s, I'm outside with a 50

Pop out this bitch on my side, flash and it's empty

Bitch mad, I've been in my bag, now I'm in a sitchy

Y'all know Marley and Max, I know Scratchy and Itchy

Learned the whole Lakeshore, I was ridin' with Richie

I don't think he seen his son 'fore he died, that shit hit me

Slim ain't never see his son 'fore he died, that shit hit me

I ain't cried in a minute, I be cryin', shit be hittin' me

I be tryna leave the hood alone, but that shit don't fit me

Know I'm still 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm outside in my Dickies

I don't even 'posed to be, but I'm outside with my blicky

I know I'ma shoot this bitch and so is everybody with me

I be tryna save the bag but I got everybody with me

You know I been rappin' like this since

Y'all don't really hear me

But you don't prolly know about that 'cause

Y'all weren't really with me

I'm still right here with 60

I'm still out here in my biggidy

I'm gon' be here 'til they get rid of me

I'm ready for all of my enemies

I'm gon' finish victorious over all of my enemies, uh

With DJ Victorious

We turn them racks to Bentley keys, nigga

Nigga, uh, uh, uh, uh

Turn them racks to Bentley keys