Scotties Lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ah
Ah

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn and Conway the Machine]
Ayo, Chinegun wore gloves in the summer, threw him my numbers
A pair of jumpers, hollow head lead dumpers (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
This Louis V shit, Virgil designed it
I got shot and a few niggas got murdered behind it (I'm right with them niggas)
Ayo, the mac shoot silent (Ah), you just seen niggas droppin'
Who ran the yard? Who ran the phone? Who had the biggest locker?
Who had the Glock? Who had the mac? Who had the biggest chopper (Brr)
You gettin' shot, you gettin' whacked, no need to get a doctor (Hahaha)
Ayo, ain't no bomin' back, the Louis V lumberjack
Havin' paperwork parties for killin' all f*ckin' rats (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Se Gang, who can f*ck with that?
My shooter face covered with a bunch of tats, hit him twice, double back (Boom, boom)
A couple hundred racks vacuum sealed with rubber bands
No money wraps, used to hit niggas with the dummy packs (Hah)
Ayo, couple gats, '98 Lexus with the bubble back (Skrrt)
Tom Ford bubble with the third, doin' jumpin' jacks (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
What would Chinegun do? You gettin' shot if you ain't from here (Yeah) Closet full of blood bottoms, you can't afford one pair (Hahahaha)
You niggas can't compare, this shit is unfair (Talk to 'em)
Take a rapper chain and let my son wear it (Hah, yeah, ayy, look)

[Verse 2: benny the butcher]
I remember listenin' to Wu in '95 (Five)
Got my first strap from Conway in '99 (Nine)
Paper, I was tryna find, that summer, I learned how to ride
Get in one shootout and my homie quit on me and got a job (You p*ssy)
Look how it happened (Uh-huh)
My whole family on, we like the Jacksons
You sold white, you might could imagine that type of status (Yeah)
First I cut open a slab, then light a Backwood
While the fiends cook the dope in the spoon while strikin' matches, uh
I rose from the streets, I did the most with the least
My team had the best numbers when the coke wasn't cheap
f*ck your plug's plug, 'cause I can get both numbers beat
It's five hundred a bottle, but the hoes want it free (Your bitch got it)
I was there when them bricks was stamped, you was scared when them trips was planned
Nigga, I can fit a whale in the big sedan (Ah)
You gon' probably take a L if I lift this hand (Brr)
Haters be your biggest fans, then they take the witness stand
Let's go

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