Mr Scott

(Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer)

[Verse 1: Spence]
Clinical depression, I'm mentally insane
Hearing all these voices, inside of my old brain
And I'm tryna calm down before I blow my fucking brains
Flash out, spaz out, hit 'em, 'bout to cash out
Pass out, spaz out, Imma fucking flash out
Imma throw these cash now, shawty, make me pass out
Drugs got me feeling so crazy, finna hit the traphouse
Way I been chasing that hazy shit is getting kinda brazy
Trigger finger feeling achy
No, I do not fuck with you ladies
You bitches play this like a game and I don't like playing faces
I stick to basis, run from cases like I'm running the bases
I'm the rabbit, you the turtle, I don't like losing races
Y'all so basic like some racists, I ain't got no patience
We some trickers, them gorillas, fuck all y'all haters
We smoking pounds blowing down, 'cause am not fucking player
Drinking Henny with the boys, you know it doesn't phase us

[Verse 2: $lim Gucci]
Creepin' in the cut with an all black hoodie
And I'm grippin' that Tommy and yeah, she do something to me
We swervin' slanging that Lexus, you know this life can get reckless
Grabbin' dope like Mike Thomas, never droppin' them catchers
I'm jumping fences like Zion
Like Jaden Smith I'm an icon
You sell that [?], me buy guns
You heard of me I'm the bison, with blood
Filling my vision, I don't fuck with you fuckboys
You come at me better duck boy, I got that shotty, it's pump, boy
And all them bodies they drop, boy, 'cause, we don't give a fuck
Pull up, let them sticks bust, LY spits will shoot you up
And then Lil Nicky roll the blunt bitch it's $lim Gucci in the cut, and
We are not friendly, we are your enemy, off with the Hennessy
Yes [?]
Cutthroat weapon it's a tragedy, magically
LY them whiteboys, we lookin' to [?]
We i
Phone you Android, they fuck with our lyrics 'cause we are legit
I do not give a shit, [?] pop me a bitch
Once she suckin' my dick, I am not gonna trip 'cause we so fuckin' lit
And we ready for the game like Ted Bundy in this bitch

[Verse 3: nickymauss]
Mr. fuckin' Scott, Mr. fuckin' $uicide
Mr. keep a Glock, Mr. with a hunnid bitches on his fucking cock
Really wanna spit on this shit, put the shit on my bitch
I ain't playing no games, we straight up, no tricks, hit licks, stay lit, dopest fucking lyrics
Let me slow this shit down
Actually, let me pick it right back up
Told y'all LY give zero fucks, way too hard
This shit deluxe
Got double cup, don't give a fuck, drink the pain away like self destruct
Might mix away, a couple drugs
On top of the moon, star-fucking-struck
I'm super fucking fucked up, vision blurry can't walk straight
Pour Hennessy, can't talk straight, dope fucking up my heart rate
I'm super fucking fucked up, vision blurry can't walk straight
Pour Hennessy, can't talk straight, straight bad habits, no good traits

[Outro: $lim Gucci]
Mr. fucking Scott, Mr. fucking Scott
Mr. $uicide, Mr. fucking Scott (Can't catch me)
Mr. fucking Scott, Mr. fucking Scott
Mr. $uicide, Mr. fucking Scott
(Fuck all you hating ass motherfuckers, you got a problem come see us then bitch)