Lyrics:

(feat. Kodak Black)

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don't really need no features (Nah) I dont ride, work I beat it (Ya)
Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater)
Everything that I do illegal (Ya)
Used to ride in the old Regal (Skrrt)
Now I'm pulling up two seater (Skrrt)
Back hands, front hands, front hands, back hands
I gotta feed my people (Count up)
Take your bitch home I eat her (Ya)
And I ain't worried about you either (Nah)
I dont really no features (Nope)
Cause I really live what I rep (Street)
And, i don't really no features (Street)
Cause half of these rappers be cap (Cap)
Realest zone in Atlanta, Zone 6 where it at

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Back hands, front hands, front hands, back hands
Whatchu gonna do when the folks start running
I don't wanna rap, if it ain't bout money
Zone 6 niggas don't play bout money
Fell asleep cooking dope, burnt a half a brick up
Fuck her for an hour, you can come pick your bitch up
Put mil in the shower, gotta wash the residue off
You don't wanna piss me off, I'll knock your whole crew off
Baby mama calling me a cheater (Cheater)
I already know she a cheater (Cheater)
I told her like this 'We equal, but you got broke nigga fever'
I got rich nigga problems, and I gotta feed my people
I know that you got your connect, but all my work a little cheaper
Bought a truck load, all 65 back hands
Direct deposit, I don't ever see the front ends
Probably get a bonus every time he fly in
All I do is work, Im a real black Mexican
Lost 100 racks, [?] Imma bet again
26 brick, you can them to let me in
Damn, watch out for these niggas half of em' 12

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I dont really need no features (Nah) I don't ride, work I beat it (Ya)
Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater)
Everything that I do illegal (Ya)
Used to ride in the old Regal (Skrrt)
Now I'm pulling up two seater (Skrrt)
Back hands, front hands, front hands, back hands
I gotta feed my people (Count up)
Take your bitch home I eat her (Ya)
And I ain't worried about you either (Nah)
I dont really no features (Nope)
Cause I really live what I rep (Street)
And, I don't really no features (Street)
Cause half of these rappers be cap (Cap)
Realest zone in Atlanta, Zone 6 where it at

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I don't need no bitch, I got racks
I'm a Zoe so I don't say slatt
Everything I rap is facts
You can get whacked, facts
Canali on my back, Panama hat to match
I don't need no friends, I'm rich, sipping on lean I'm sick
I'mma drink all I can sip
Water on my neck come dip, baby girl
Tryna get lit, get killed, fuck with me get flipped
All of this drip, no slip
All of these goddamn games, I don't fuck with niggas they lame
Niggas ain't from my section, niggas ain't out here stepping
I be outside with the weapon

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don't really need no features (Nah) I don't ride, work I beat it (Ya)
Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater)
Everything that I do illegal (Ya)
Used to ride in the old Regal (Skrrt)
Now I'm pulling up two seater (Skrrt)
Back hands, front hands, front hands, back hands
I gotta feed my people (Count up)
Take your bitch home I eat her (Ya)
And I ain't worried about you either (Nah)
I don't really no features (Nope)
Cause I really live what I rep (Street)
And, i don't really no features (Street)
Cause half of these rappers be cap (Cap)
Realest zone in Atlanta, Zone 6 where it at
LyricsFreak