[Intro]
Lor scoota man (Up Next)
Introduction to the motherfucking world man (YBS the campaign)
I want y'all know im in the for the long run (Up next, I stamp)
I ain't like these young n***as man, i ain't tryna hit the stash
I'm tryna eat forever (Know The Boy)

[Hook] 2x
Making money
Smoking skunky
Fuckin' n***as bitches
The Hood love me fuck a label I put on for the trenches
Im living better than i was but im still ina trenches
Still getting love from the all thugs shoutout to my n***as

[Verse 1]
Right back to the shit that got a n***a here
I ain't neva gonna quit, n***a this my year
Thought i was gonna flop, not this year
Got shit that a lot of real n***as need to hear
I done learned so much over this past year
I done been through so much that I dont even care
Use to eat cold cuts, now 5 star meals
Use to steal from my mother now I help with the bills
And I'm still ina field, still getta n***a killed
If she ain't my bitch, I dont care how she feel
Im getting rich, you ain't going to never know it feels
I be taking them trips and I ain't got no deal
I don't look up to no rapper I only salute the real
I don't call myself a rapper I call it how i see it
How you call yourself a trapper selling weed for ya mans
How you let a n***a trick you out ya last 5 bands
These n***as just stupid, they ain't got lead, and if you wanna get mad you can feel this lead
Ima rock one of yall bitch n***as to bed
Im rockin the 40 like its part of my fit, tucked in the louie its right on my hip
Im going through it, i been through some shit
When i get mad, the shit i regret, please dont make me made ima regret ya death
Buy me a pound, break it all down. smoke me an ounce
Im selling the rest
You bought a pound after a pound, smoked it all now you ain't got shit left
You tried to blame me and my n***as, said that we used you for money you stupid bitch
You know thats a lie, YBS we the shit
Im on my, shit im getting rich
Ima go getta, money i go get it
Make enough me and my n***as goin split it
Me and lor ron use to sit in the kitchen, talking about how we gonna shit on n***as, thinking about how we can get richer
Only right you eat who you starved with n***a
At night i just sit back going through pictures, couple n***as bitched up, i done lost a few n***as, i ain't never switch up, kept it real with you n***as, came ina game mr underdawg n***a, now im up next i ain't under you n***as, count checks dot com and im logged on n***a still plugged in i know whats going on
Streets raised me i was born ina trenches, i believe in allah i dont fear no n***a

[Hook 2]
Believe in gettin money
Smoke skunky
Fuck Bitches
Hood love me
Through all the hate and rumors, ima hunnit
Guns in ya video ain't bust nothing

[Verse 2]
Got the 40 on me in most my pictures
I ain't gotta show it, just know I got it with me
Try run up, you get hit with the blicky
Free lor Fred, he gonna kill ah n***a with me
Lor Cholly was there when i left a n***a [ ? ]
He threathen my life so i get em before he get me
Any n***a can get it, I ain't never been picky
Got goons ina cut, barely ever see them with me
The n***as thats with me, when i go they goin with me
Put the team on my back, put the trenches ina frenzy
All the bitches know that, YBS we them n***as
A n***a say different he a hating ass n***a, fuck em I ain't worried about no hating ass n***a
Talk about me, have a conversation, broke boy i dont wanna have a conversation n***a, hoe n***a you can talk to this big four nickel
I dont talk to ya hoe i just give her this pickel
22 years old shitting on old n***as
Had the chance make out the trenches but you didn't
Now they mad cause im the leader of the trenches
I ain't going no where, I just started this n***a
Fans love me cause im still in the trenches
They know im way different from these rappin ass n***as
You a rapping ass, rattin ass, rappin ass n***a
I dont want no song, can't shake hands with you, won't get on my songs, under my fans n***a, I'm hands on like a iPad n***a
Scoota Up next, Just call me up next
I just want my respect, I dont do it for the checks
I could of stayed in the trap, in my room writing raps
I done came to far ain't no going back