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[hook: young scooter]
all you p-ssy n-ggas coppin’ pleas
like you convicted a felony
you lil n-ggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money
you might as well call off all beefs
turn fifty to 200 gs
b-tch i got the recipe
black amigo, we speak guapanese
you can hate but ain’t gon’ f-ck with me

[verse 1: young scooter]
you gotta watch who you sell that dope
because these p-ssy n-ggas coppin’ pleas
i do what the f-ck i want, b-tch i’m a street lottery
trap runnin’ like 24, we got indoors, we got outdoors
we take a week to sell 20 pounds
but f-ck n-gga your trap slow
i got truckloads like costco
i got tons of gas like texaco
hundred real n-ggas ‘round me
from edgewood to lil mexico
trap house with no doors
a couple mill out the dope bowl
i see through these fake -ss n-ggas
and no i do not trust hoes
you n-ggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money
you n-ggas rather beef ‘bout a b-tch

[hook: young scooter]
all you p-ssy n-ggas coppin’ pleas
like you convicted a felony
you lil n-ggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money
you might as well call off all beefs
turn fifty to 200 gs
b-tch i got the recipe
black amigo, we speak guapanese
you can hate but ain’t gon’ f-ck with me

[verse 2: jose guapo]
i got to ride with the rifle
i got to ride with the bible
i got to keep it beside me
i got to keep it beside me
i got a book bag beside me
it got a qp inside it
i’ma hit hard when we [?]
young guapo might start up a riot
we did this sh-t for the streets
i count up the money with street
young guapo don’t f-ck with you creeps
get it back in every week
n-ggas been callin’ off beef
talkin’ ‘bout 200 to 3
we know you gon’ cop a plea
you was never in the streets
don’t know you, i speak guapanese
we want them pints and them ps
[?] hendrix with me
got too much money on me
smoke on that reefer and choke
scooter just got off a boat
got shooters you know that they toke
young guapo, i’m far from a ho

[hook: young scooter]
all you p-ssy n-ggas coppin’ pleas
like you convicted a felony
you lil n-ggas ain’t beefin’ ‘bout money
you might as well call off all beefs
turn fifty to 200 gs
b-tch i got the recipe
black amigo, we speak guapanese
you can hate but ain’t gon’ f-ck with me

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