CAPA/TRACKLIST

Letra : Scope

My strap got a scope
And I ain't afraid to blast a hoe
Aye, yuh, yuh

I got a scope
D**k in her throat
Makin' her choke
Who want the smoke?
I keep a pole
Smokin' on dope
I got the pope
I got the coke
I got a scope
I got a
I got a scope
I got a
I got a scope
I got a
I got a scope
I got a
I got a scope

I f**k a b*t*h in my coupe, (Ou)
My Burberry is maroon, (Yuh)
I smoke a blunt in the stu', (Ou)
I drop a hundred on shoes, (Yuh)
We fifty deep, when I ride around
Suppressor on my Glock, I don't make a sound
If he talkin' tough, I'mma knock him down
So much water, feel like I'mma drown
All these f**kin' b*t*hes are retarded
Take a second, look at what you started
I saw a few diamonds, so I bought it
Iced out, guess you say I'm cold hearted
Bustdown rollie on my wrist, b*t*h
If he try me, he get twisted
Walkin' round town, with a rich, b*t*h
Leave a pu**y hoe una**isted