Young Scooter – Trippple Cross (feat. Future & Young Thug)

[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah
Tellin’ on niggas just to get their time cut
14 keys on my desk, lookin’ like an Olympic
Good Actavis on, big Rolex on, that new bitch look like a check
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I’ll give you 25 racks
Street Lottery, they waitin’ on my album to drop
White jewelry on, like the confederate flag

200 racks, 200 racks, every month I make 200 racks
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Street!
Shit, I came from the bottom, no way in hell I could flop

Hundred racks, hundred racks, every day I juug a hundred packs

Scooter get your money, stay away from them ducks
[Intro: Young Thug]
My lil’ bitch from New York, she told me talk to her nice
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
Why you in that old ass Acura? I got a compartment in that
Call with a brick or what, how the hell you get off bond for that?
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
In the streets with pounds, lay your bitch ass down
I told that bitch just pay attention, I could change your life
Diamonds on your ankle, I put minks on your back
Bitch, don’t worry ’bout that How many bricks in the trunk?
[Verse 2: Future]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
God blessed me with these millions so I’ma keep ’em around
Walkin’ in Fendi, no pretendin’, gotta have a lot of baguettes
Trap go super fast, nigga, bag full of cash
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Send a ghost at one of you niggas, he won’t make a sound
Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your spots
Drunk in the mall and pick it up, I don’t check no price
15 bitches just came from England, sittin’ on a Global Express
If anything missin’, just connect the dots
Walked in the Cartier store and I fucked up the stash
Trap money comin’ in, thousand bags of gas

Pocahontas bitch, her hair long down to her ass
Fuckin’ with your baby mama, I damn near missed my flight

Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
I’m not in the industry, I’m in the streets with bricks
Wake up out my sleep and count some Freebandz up
[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Hit my first lick, I went to Gucci then I spent it
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
Drop top, wintertime, we can’t turn down, 25 karats on my chest
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
Walk out the door with it and you’ll never get your money back
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
Broke ass niggas got the game fucked up