Coolin' out, ready, ready
Coolin' out, ready, ready
Let the issues sit on me
It's about to start, bustin' like a tummy
Coolin' out, ready, ready
In the 500 CL, just baggin' some tricks
Coolin' out, ready, ready
Coolin' out, ready, ready
Let the issues sit on me
It's about to start, bustin' like a tummy
Coolin' out, ready,
ready
Coolin' out,
ready, ready
Let the issues sit on me
I'm ready for a bitch to take * I'm
fixin' to come through with a tilted
pumpin' bitch
Guessin' what for nothing but he back
for the first time doin' it like a star
Pussy certified by the way that I tip my car
Screwed and told me back when they rapped
These bitches,
these bitches wouldn't * So I'm
hangin' up the block 1D while the snare
reclinin' Keep, let it be known that we the *
Driven,
driven and the droppers got you under pressure
I betcha that these haters sweepin'
better go get they ass a stretcher
I'm fixin' to come through with a tilted pumpin' bitch
Guessin' what for nothing but he back
for the first time doin' it like a star
Pussy certified by the way that I tip my car
Screwed and told me back when they rapped
These bitches,
these bitches wouldn't * So I'm
hangin' up the block 1D while the snare
reclinin' Keep, let it be known that we the *
Driven,
driven and the droppers got you under pressure
I betcha that these haters sweepin'
better go get they ass a stretcher
This the song,
holdin' up foam shoes that are bangin'
side the trunk We been holdin' since 99,
I coulda taught you how to stunt Haters never see you fall off,
but I just ain't gon' fall Them chaps,
them chaps be on the slam,
but watch how fast I knock em' all off Them jackers,
I'm gon' haul off,
in the H we jokey-jokey We gon' shine it to the
dip and hope our wheels gon' come up low Double,
double,
double,
doodles on the slam,
only for the hood Yeah,
them superstars gon' show you how it feels
You gotta be lookin' good,
tell me what you know about Scooter
Click The ones who smoked the bass,
and the ones who dropped the *
and waved the trunk all in your face
Scooter now,
ready for a mish-mash Offender,
offender,
come through, we'll kill the truck
Scooter now,
ready,
warn me,
that the issue's COS,
it's bout to start bussin' like a Tommy
Straight up in H-Town,
where bumper kids lay down,
terrorists feed the streets like they schoolyard playground
Scooter now,
ready,
warn me,
that the issue's COS,
it's bout to start bussin' like a Tommy
Scooter now,
ready,
warn me,
that the issue's COS,
it's bout to start bussin' like a Tommy
Scooter now,
ready,
warn me,
that the issue's COS,
it's bout to start bussin' like a Tommy
Straight up in H-Town,
where bumper kids lay down,
terrorists feed the streets like they schoolyard playground
Bitches ain't *,
so I do it my way,
the 5500 CL just prankin' some trick
We got some soldiers in the sky,
even more in the pen,
so that's more work to do for CMG and ABN
Do foes on the old school,
cause slav is true,
they up,
they up with butter guts over midnight blue
My clique is on feed,
my whole team gon' eat,
and I'm strapped with black heat,
it make the ride complete
In the new driver's seat,
always be ballin',
if the trunk raise up,
the bumper kids start fallin'
A screwed up bitch is *,
who else could it be,
than the resurrected,
reborn,
infamous,
Dunkey
Scooter now,
ready,
warn me,
that the issue's COS,
it's bout to start bussin'
like a Tommy
Scooter now,
ready,
warn me,
they want my homie,
I ain't worried about it,
messing with Trey,
I got an army
of red,
red from Lion,
blue and red cars,
that don't know how to smooth steal,
neon lights,
get woke up every time that they drop another fix,
we done called the COLA,
cause it's finicky,
reckless intentions,
ain't never been a problem,
I stay strapped for the jitters,
simple school,
you know we represent for the hood in the swangin' zone,
we train to drip and drip,
die great
taste,
we was bangin' on,
but I called the COLA,
cause it's finicky,
reckless intentions,
ain't never been a problem,
I stay strapped for the jitters,
simple school,
you know we
represent for the hood in the swangin' zone,
we train to drip and drip,
die great taste,
we was bangin' on,
now them assholes,
they came and we ain't playin',
homie,
anything
less than rearrange,
arrange what niggas hangin',
homie,
matters what you're bangin',
homie,
cause you know the south ain't no no-hatin' *,
we represent the quick,
with ice,
that
cause enough to buy a brick,
then off back to the southwest,
my six,
it go right for
tray,
don't think,
aim the game,
run up and watch how you slide away,
the gangstas love
it,
cause I stay provided with wit,
so if you love the gang,
then flip the bumper kit
like you the *,
son of a *.