[Chorus: Lor Scoota] Who the fuck told y'all who up next? (that's me) Who still in the trenches that rap? (that's me) Who the fuck told y'all about dope? (that's me) Who showed y'all scramble coke and smack? (that's me) That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me Don't lie lil nigga, you know that's me Got pies, Thanksgiving, everybody gon' eat Diamonds all on my chain, foreign shoes on my feet
[Verse 1: Lor Scoota] That's me, show up to the club thirty deep Only YBS niggas with me Foreign shit on from the head to the feet Walk in the spot, spotlight on me I'm gettin' used to it, used to be lowkey Got the gun in the party, ain't nobody check me Say it like DeJ Loaf, let a nigga try me You talkin' 'bout bread, got loaf on me Everybody know me Mister blast through, that's me Still in the trenches that's me Up Next, that's me YBS, that's me Them the only three letters I see I rep my city, like no nigga ever did it And that's why everybody feel it Baltimore City, home of the snakes and gorillas Nosy bitches all in your business Sold dope, tote pistols That's me bitch nigga, bad bitch, that's me bitch nigga You still sell nickels Broke ass dope penny pincher Caught the bird flu this winter No more packs, sittin' at the table, no dinner Double oh cap, four cappers Cut the phone off 'cause I don't wanna be distracted Whole lot of blow I'm handling (that's me) Nigga what you know about trappin'? I was on the block before I would start rappin' Running from the cops, hundred pills in my jacket Never had a father, I guess I'm a bastard Hopped off the porch and I ain't never looked backwards Still in the streets getting it in with the rachets Bust my gun at any one of you faggots Whatever that record deal pay we can match it Y'all ain't real niggas, y'all just rapping You don't ball like me, you ain't no captain You the type nigga pull off in a camel I'm they type nigga put on for my family [?] to the Villy, I be everywhere shagging Hop on the beat, let my nuts start dragging I can go anywhere on this atlas Street cred good, in your hood relaxin'
[Chorus: Lor Scoota] Who the fuck told y'all who up next? (that's me) Who still in the trenches that rap? (that's me) Who the fuck told y'all about dope? (that's me) Who showed y'all scramble coke and smack? (that's me) That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me Don't lie lil nigga, you know that's me Got pies, Thanksgiving, everybody gon' eat Diamonds all on my chain, foreign shoes on my feet
[Verse 2: YBS Skola] That's me, who showed y'all the trenches that's me Who showed y'all how to campaign Y'all ain't no shit about no damn campaign Ybs showed y'all how to get fame All these rappers keep yelling my name Say the wrong thing, I put a hole in your brain Scoota up next, YBS money team We been had fame and we ain't no game Yo ain't gettin' money like us, you can't hang Got more kicks than the boy Liu Kang All my niggas got watches and chains All these chains on, I look like a slave All these guns, you best behave Disrespect get you sent straight to your grave Niggas wanna beef then they wanna repent Boy go to church if you want to get saved Young nigga got to eat and my mother got rent So please don't get in my way of getting paid Like to get high so I'm smoking this haze Hit the studio, do a feature, get paid That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me YBS on my chain, don't you know that's me When I walk in the club bet you know that's me 'Cause the DJ turn my shit on replay
[Chorus: Lor Scoota] Who the fuck told y'all who up next? (that's me) Who still in the trenches that rap? (that's me) Who the fuck told y'all about dope? (that's me) Who showed y'all scramble coke and smack? (that's me) That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me Don't lie lil nigga, you know that's me Got pies, Thanksgiving, everybody gon' eat Diamonds all on my chain, foreign shoes on my feetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
