[Intro]
Lor Scoota
DJ Manny
We in this bitch

[Hook]
Choo! I think I got the bird flu
I'm tired of selling packs I think I need a bird or two(x2)
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack(x7)
Keep them junkies coming back

[Verse 1]
We selling scrabble, coke, and smack
The dope so good, I let the junky hit it once he damn near had a heart attack
If you cop from me I guarantee you coming right back
We got that real morphine, you n***as using percocet
I'm in the trap counting stacks
On point like a tat
Selling dope out the house
Blowing smoke out my mouth
Got the ratchet on deck
The forty right under the couch
These n***as say they selling drugs but they just like to run they mouth
He ain't ever sold a drug and he ain't ever caught a charge
All that faking that he doing, they need to charge his ass with fraud
Talking about you seen fifty grams n***a yeah alright
Only thing you sold was nickel bags of ratchet for your aunt
I don't even like to brag, but sometimes I flaunt
Hit the kitty grab 500 just to stunt
I'm gonna spend at least 40 50 dollars on blunts
I ain't stingy, drug money, it's gonna buy you what you want

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I got the raw, real raw, I give it to them raw
In them twenty twenty bags, coke inside the jar
Let the fiend taste the coke, he said he couldn't feel his jaw
I called the plug and told him thumbs up, good job!
Right back on the block I'm selling drugs like it's a job
Junkies walking around the block, I got them lined up on the wall
Them dope crowds look like after school at Mondawmin Mall
I got a hundred pills on me, on my way to hit this mark
I'm gonna keep on selling drugs, fuck a distribution law
I'm plugged in with all the plugs, they know I'm a trap star
Make something out of nothing, turn an ounce into a car
And if you fucking with that money I'm gonna have to take you on

[Hook]

[Outro]
You already know what's up, shout out to my G street n***as,let's get it
Shout out to the F fifteen hundred RNT twenty eight hundred