Last Trip To Scotland 作词：Corey Dean Lloyd, Marc Shemer, Corey Woods
That nigga pussy doin' pig Latin He can't come to the hood Might kill him off, top up in the Staten Son think he better than niggas I think his rebels is resentful, tried to kill him in his rental
He had an Idi Amin approach, hittin' the roach Had a hunger face, he drove his mom's 7 in the ocean He's a wild cowboy slangin' heron who rocked the dead on Knock a DEA agent on his Chevron
All of his Eli's machette'd up stainless
You never heard nothin', all you hear is the guns bangin' Rockin' pastel blazers with a shorty from Iceland Who old dad put 'em up on white sand Starvin' to make a whack debut, he came through the lobby
Three culture Devilles with them a whitey This pathetic, ragged monkey face faggot daddy Comin' through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate Watchin' him lookin' stupid, son know we on foot patrol
Come through the hole, niggas is swoopin' 700 shots, all leather gloves, 6 thugs Two had a mask on, they took 'em off, what? We got you now nigga, knowin' you down
Niggas is foul, this is trauma king, by any means blaow They pushed his face in, fell out as saconies Snatched his homies, took his glock You gon' be my tenderonies?
Metal exchanges, the hoods, the gun range Everybody's a target, dependin' on how you aim Dice games and ice chains, pendants spellin' your name OG's settin' the wrong example, tellin' the same
Look at shorty shit stain, grew up to be a fuckin' mess Before his clique came, he banged and never tucked his chest Closets full of them things, he caught the gun connect Ridin' 'round with A and Lou, Nino when they want respect
Son cold, Nino want to show Everybody know they straight shippin' Hood bitches to the bungalow Pillow talking led to birds talking Chattin' bout what happened And when and where they comin' back in
Champagne slackin' traffickin' while they travel Word got back at old time friends and snakes rattled Two different Bourbons But the one that dropped the birds got tailed Information for the ones who light the steel got mill
Pussy power made the plans sour Apartment full of party powder outside a stakeout for hours Click clacks from big gats and rags Soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass
Bang flash, shots right on path, broken glass Comedy of laughs while they haul ass with the bags Legends in my hood play back, twin Benz's whippin' in black And that was like the old Maybach