[Intro]
What up, what up?
Scooter, baby
Automatic, I'm at it, unleashed
Back at it again, back at it again, back at it again
Fucking these n***as up (fucking these n***as up)

[Verse 1]
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep dem bitches going crazy
Never let a bitch play me
You don't like me n***a, then spray me
Other than that what you saying?
Im the mother-fucking man
We the one's with grams
Hella guns, hella bands
Walking straight up in the club
Don't need no fucking wrist band
Got on black and white, panda
Got crack white, panda
Your baby mother, had her
That bitch you with, had Her
I Got Broads in Atlanta
Tell Alexis Skyy I'm tryin' have her
Know some bad hoes in LA
What's up low low and J.C
I wish both of y'all could date me
I got plugs in LA
Go to play house just to play
Got the shiners with me every day
We the hottest n***as in the state
We designer down head to feet
36, O's, 30,000 on clothes
Selling dope out da holes
Scrambled smack double 0's
Shoot a n***a on camera, like a picture you froze
I don't fuck with none of these rappers
If they ain't come for my hoes

[Hook]
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them bitches going crazy
Probably why them n***as hate me
N***as claiming that they made me
N***as try front page me
Bitch we balling like the ravens
All my n***as making plays
Bring all my n***as on the stage

[Verse 2]
They let my n***a out the cage
Dark shades Johnny Cage
Smoking haze, bitch Im blazed
Spilling drank on my jay's
Might hit the club every day, just to hear this shit play
Even a n***a designer, don't rock more designer than me
Bitch I'm still in the trenches
Fucking these n***as bitches
I'm in the game no scrimmage
They feel my pain when I spit It
These n***as lame with a image
Copycats bunch of mimics
But I sip my tea and mind my business
Fuck them n***as, cause I'm getting It
I'm the only one that did it
I'm the owner of the city
Harlem shaking like I'm diddy
My new bitch pussy so pretty
My old bitch still tryna' get me
You miserable and I'm living
Four seasons dang I'm sipping
Everywhere I go I'm tipping
They know I'm baller in the building
You know who all the bitches dealing
Know my views do a million
Know I'm loved by the children
You know I'm the hottest in the city
You know I'm still in the trenches
You know I'm Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them bitches going crazy

[Outro]
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them bitches going crazy
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them bitches going crazy
Lor Scoota, baby
Keep them bitches going crazy
Never let a bitch play me
You don't like me n***a then spray me