[Intro: Rick Ross]
Jugg kings
Biggest boss
My lil n***a Scooter heavy (heavy), heavy (heavy)
Heavy (heavy), heavy (heavy), heavy (heavy)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Yayo when I'm on the block, yayo in the coffee pot
Yayo in the rental car, I'm sold out by ten o'clock
Chicken soda, chickens flock, pimp 'em like I'm on the sky
On my third cameraman, I'm the one they want to watch
Can I ran my numbers up, let you n***as fall in love
Shawty I just want to nut, marble floors, I'm out the mud
Game ain't based on zip and fee, saddity bitches feelin' me
I just wanna feed the squad, I just want my feet massaged
Wreck my black Aventador, go get a whole new fleet tomorrow
Friendships, they can get expensive, chilling, yeah that's been a minute
Fed-Ex, I can ship the spinach, Saint Laurent, I been to Lenox
See you talk a lot of money, but it's time to see the deal is

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
You say you a hit man but you ain't hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain't hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain't sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another n***a's bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don't go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don't go as planned
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Fuck n***as do what they can
Real n***as do what they want, yeah
I fuck with Young Scooter and the Black Migo Gang
'Cause I know he gon' keep it A1
Old rooty-rooty finger in the booty ass n***a
Better gon' with the games, shawty we don't play none'
Been waitin' for the fame, learned fuck a gold diggin' bitch
Jack my dick 'fore I ever pay one, yeah yeah yeah
If you au fuck n***a, gotta stay one, huh
You make a lil money, that don't change none', nah
I met her walkin' out the Golden Orchard
Now she bent over with her back archin'
I'm in Aston Martin on the aftermarket
Ignore call, the bitch act retarded
And all's forgiven when I fuck her harder
Payin' no attention, she the preacher's daughter
And this trap music n***a, that's my shit
N***a tell you anything else, they ain't 'bout shit
Started long time ago in the 'partments
With a Glock and a quarter hole of rock ten
I'm the king n***a when it come to that
Put it on the map, made you want to rap
On your social media you can gon' and cap
But keep this shit a hundred dude, it's only fair, yeah
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
You say you a hit man but you ain't hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain't hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain't sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another n***a's bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don't go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don't go as planned

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
I'm a real n***a, lick hitter, bitch getter
Quick flipper, pot whipper, dope dealer
Fly n***a, if I pop I'ma ride n***a
Goyard, a hundred racks inside n***a
You a fuck n***a, I could get you touched n***a
I be in your hood, so I know what's up with you
You a worker n***a, hang around plugs n***a
You the dope man, you ain't got no drugs n***a
I'm a boss n***a, I'm bossed out like Rick Ross n***a
Five-fifty Benz, you know what that cost n***a
My shit paid for, you paid a note, you ridin' a rental
I got Freebandz, you know Future that's my n***a, Scooter!

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
You say you a hit man but you ain't hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain't hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain't sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another n***a's bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don't go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don't go as planned