Lyrics:

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Haha
Yung Lan on the track
Trauma [?]
Jugg, King

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Real street nigga, ain't no flaws in me
Half a ticket on me, and I ain't brought it all with me
If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you ball with me
They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you fall with me
And I ain't gon' let you walk with me, you ain't crawl with me
Ten chains on, but I ain't brought it all with me
[?] thunder storm, pounds, droppin' 'bout a fifty
First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt, skrt)

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Me and five-fifty had pounds for four-fifty
My partner tired, gave me half on a six-fifty
Fuck the feds, free [?] and OG Ricky
I'm part of the mob, just like Gotta, get the strap fifty
And I ain't leavin' out the house without the sack with me
At sixteen I was in school and I had crack with me
Everyday breakin' in houses, me and mob [?]
Stayed down, got a thirty-six, call it Jerome Bettis
Fucked the money up and told side bring a fifty
A hundred a piece, [?] me and Future, thats a quarter milli
In two months I made six M's stretching work like a gym
I love my niggas just like brothers, so thank God for them

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Real street nigga, ain't no flaws in me
Half a ticket on me, and I ain't brought it all with me
If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you ball with me
They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you fall with me
And I ain't gon' let you walk with me, you ain't crawl with me
Ten chains on, but I ain't brought it all with me
[?] thunder storm, pounds, droppin' 'bout a fifty
First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt, skrt)

[Verse 2: Guap Tarantino]
Bought that nine milli from Q Baby it cost me six-fifty
Used to punch on niggas with Scooby and JJ
Fool caught a body, I was selling them jpeg
I ain't wanna die, was only in sixth grade
We was gettin' shot at I'm calling [?]
I know last week send my mama a dub
Then walked in Barneys and spent like eight K
I was like fifteen, up in the club
Glock under my belt, had that bitch on [?]
Then I got shot, tell the police none
My mama knew she was raisin' a thug
Walk in that bitch, three empty guns
Shit is gon' sweep that under the rug
Remember I ran through that six, then ain't have none
Tastin' lil pints, told 'em get in blood
Now I'm spendin' a whole bunch of hundreds
Hey lil pint, what you sippin', the blood?
What I'm ins with bloods
What I'm ins with one-fifty thugs
Thats how we went on the run
We ain't get bored, shoot niggas for fun
We try and practice on 'em
Oh, you thought he wasn't no factor, huh?

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Real street nigga, ain't no flaws in me
Half a ticket on me, and I ain't brought it all with me
If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you ball with me
They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you fall with me
And I ain't gon' let you walk with me, you ain't crawl with me
Ten chains on, but I ain't brought it all with me
[?] thunder storm, pounds, droppin' 'bout a fifty
First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt, skrt)
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