Rick Ross, Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist - Scottie Beam lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist - Scottie Beam lyrics]
Pissed off you know this is, like, exclusive
Yeah kane Train, bitch, Kane, yeah
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Look, your execution will be televised
Don't cross me like Isaiah
That shit be ill-advised (Woo)
Dark horse, rap black sheep
They got me vilified
Castratin' niggas in they feelings on IG
(Uh)
Will never let this industry demasculinize me
(Nah) i do murder barefaced
Don't need no mask to disguise me
Threw my FN in the stash, I
Think the cracker's behind me, damn
He pulled me over, I asked
Him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir?
I swerved to ducked the potholes
Man, I had no option, sir
Just let me go 'cause
My license, insurance proper, sir
I'd hate to be on the
Run for smokin' an officer"
We were bustin' at police
Before Queen & Slim, that's on FN
Let off fifty shots to the squad
Car and get in the wind
Told the Gary Police in '05 that
I got more guns than them
Get the feds if you want a war
And they sent them bitches in
The revolution is the genocide
Yeah, my execution might be televised
Cross niggas like Bubba Chuck
I never gave a fuck
Hook shot a ho like Kareem
But I never leave the Bucks
Sick with the ack, me and Jack
Pourin' three liters up
It hurt to say I miss you
The real ones always be leavin' us
Caught up in the moment
Most niggas foldin' or freezin' up
Sometimes it be your own damn homies
Judas set Jesus up
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Made a sex tape with your bitch
That pussy televised
Thug nigga with some exotic dreams
Erotic dreams fuckin' hella thots
But I really want me a Scottie Beam
Shit was different when Mike left
And it was Scottie team
Ex won't take me back, without me
The bitch wouldn't have got a ring
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Tell a ho she don't know
Nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, nigga
Kane
Uh, 305 in my yayo
Subject to let a bitch snort a line
Off the dashboard of my '75
Caprice, that is yo (M-M-Maybach Music)
You need a dictionary when
You write your raps (Uh)
Went to the penitentiary just
For a hundred sack (What?)
I had a vision back when I
Was fishin' for a bass
But they won't listen 'til you
In your kitchen countin' cash
I got the dollars
Motherfuck a nigga's credit score (Boss)
Big bag of chronic like I'm
Sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope)
My pistol polished, any problems
I'ma pull that ho peter Parker
But I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord)
Bitches lookin' at me
Shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M)
All my jewelry on, she only see my gold
(Haha) i'm prayin' for my guys
Pray you sing along (Yes)
I fuck bitches in my ride
I never bring 'em home
She sees just how I ride
And slip her panties off
He wanted war until they hit
'em with a cannonball (Bang)
Spark spliffs, raw kicks
I give 'em Clark Kent
Common sense, no Prince
Strictly the mob hit's (What? M-M)
Exhale weed, ship it from the West (West)
My brain begin to seize
When I'm needin' rest (Yes)
Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best
(Lord) i pray for Gigi
Wonder if she'll get to see me next
Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)
Audemars and Cartiers
You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah
You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah
Yeah kane Train, bitch, Kane, yeah
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Look, your execution will be televised
Don't cross me like Isaiah
That shit be ill-advised (Woo)
Dark horse, rap black sheep
They got me vilified
Castratin' niggas in they feelings on IG
(Uh)
Will never let this industry demasculinize me
(Nah) i do murder barefaced
Don't need no mask to disguise me
Threw my FN in the stash, I
Think the cracker's behind me, damn
He pulled me over, I asked
Him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir?
I swerved to ducked the potholes
Man, I had no option, sir
Just let me go 'cause
My license, insurance proper, sir
I'd hate to be on the
Run for smokin' an officer"
We were bustin' at police
Before Queen & Slim, that's on FN
Let off fifty shots to the squad
Car and get in the wind
Told the Gary Police in '05 that
I got more guns than them
Get the feds if you want a war
And they sent them bitches in
The revolution is the genocide
Yeah, my execution might be televised
Cross niggas like Bubba Chuck
I never gave a fuck
Hook shot a ho like Kareem
But I never leave the Bucks
Sick with the ack, me and Jack
Pourin' three liters up
It hurt to say I miss you
The real ones always be leavin' us
Caught up in the moment
Most niggas foldin' or freezin' up
Sometimes it be your own damn homies
Judas set Jesus up
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Made a sex tape with your bitch
That pussy televised
Thug nigga with some exotic dreams
Erotic dreams fuckin' hella thots
But I really want me a Scottie Beam
Shit was different when Mike left
And it was Scottie team
Ex won't take me back, without me
The bitch wouldn't have got a ring
Yeah, the revolution is the genocide
Tell a ho she don't know
Nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, nigga
Kane
Uh, 305 in my yayo
Subject to let a bitch snort a line
Off the dashboard of my '75
Caprice, that is yo (M-M-Maybach Music)
You need a dictionary when
You write your raps (Uh)
Went to the penitentiary just
For a hundred sack (What?)
I had a vision back when I
Was fishin' for a bass
But they won't listen 'til you
In your kitchen countin' cash
I got the dollars
Motherfuck a nigga's credit score (Boss)
Big bag of chronic like I'm
Sackin' up at Interscope (at Interscope)
My pistol polished, any problems
I'ma pull that ho peter Parker
But I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord)
Bitches lookin' at me
Shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M)
All my jewelry on, she only see my gold
(Haha) i'm prayin' for my guys
Pray you sing along (Yes)
I fuck bitches in my ride
I never bring 'em home
She sees just how I ride
And slip her panties off
He wanted war until they hit
'em with a cannonball (Bang)
Spark spliffs, raw kicks
I give 'em Clark Kent
Common sense, no Prince
Strictly the mob hit's (What? M-M)
Exhale weed, ship it from the West (West)
My brain begin to seize
When I'm needin' rest (Yes)
Kobe Bryant when we speakin' very best
(Lord) i pray for Gigi
Wonder if she'll get to see me next
Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)
Audemars and Cartiers
You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah
You ain't shit without a dollar, yeah