Mac Jerm - Drill Scott

Big bank
Walk in this bit like my shit stank
Will not beef, no my mindset had been franks
Heavy artillery, real tanks
Big bank
Walk in this bit like my shit stank
Will not beef, no my mindset had been franks
Heavy artillery, real tanks
Let the stones settle
And the horns blaze
Folk got so much wok on his hands that the chicken got orange glaze
They gave me 4 minutes for Michelina
Showed em two & half, I'm Charlie sheening
The perk of eating on fettuccini
Stroganoff for dinner, dessert spaghetti
Know that if a young nigga was a shade lighter, prolly pass as yo cousin Vinny
Know that if a young nigga was a mill richer, I could pass as yo uncle Al
Real cuisine connoisseur
Always end up lost on tours
Cause they tryna show how the shit started
But I know that it end on a upper floor
Upping one until I cannot up no more
Say my key throughout life was to kick the door
Carried shit for so long that my labrum sore
My young nigga was jittery, had a spark
With a dream that once made his soul hot
Lost his vision now all he can see is dark
Take long walks w a stick
Call him drill Scott
Damn
Drill Scott, take long walks with a stick call him drill Scott
Yea, take long walks with a stick call him drill Scott
Oh, no no no
Fuck all the rumors and politics
My story gone live forever
Hopped out the bushes divine
Louder than Loretta
How the
Hell I make it here w no plan and shit
We ain them typa niggas go to the party and just stand and shit
That shit bland as shit
Watch I make her mouth move
Can't bring a bitch to the crib less she got friends with her
Them the house rules
Underestimate no nigga
Even fools can get lucky
Was chucking shots up from the half court
Now I play the four at Kentucky
Damn
You have time to make it still, I think
Foul
He missed it
Wall-he's got it
The shot will count
But it's short
Oh wait a minute, Cousins
It's good
It's good
Big bank
Walk in this bit like my shit stank
Will not beef, no my mindset had been franks
Heavy artillery, real tanks
Big bank
Walk in this bit like my shit stank
Will not beef, no my mindset had been franks
Heavy artillery, real tanks (real tanks)

Written by:
Jeremy Collins

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