SCOPE

[Intro: Wifigawd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Ayy, woah, damn, damn, uh

[Chorus: Wifigawd]
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm fine, hey (So you know I'm fine)
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Crackin' like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the [?] be hittin' [?]
I be servin' swag, bitch I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, its [?]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
[?] dope right there

[Verse 1: Wifigawd]
Walk inside the trap, Raf Simons on me
Got a big clique, feel that Glick on me (Boom)
Trigger finger itch, and my clique on me (Boom)
I don't do a bitch, prolly snitch on me (Snitch)
Hold up, I be steady flexin', never swellin', I'm just killing shit
You don't get my message, I'm not stressin', you a stupid bitch
I got model bitches, out in New York, on some [?] shit
When I go to Cali 'migo got me smokin' cookie
Gotta keep a hood bitch, yeah
And she super thick, yeah
And she suck my dick, yeah
And she making flips
I can't believe this, ayy
I'm a genius, ayy
Had to skip school, ayy
So I can make flips, ayy
[?] Tre flips, bitch
I'm at the place, flip, bitch
Why the faking? Ayy, UPT shit, ayy
To the Southside, ayy
I been outside (Outside, outside, outside)
I been making plays
I stay on my grind (Bitch!)

[Chorus: Wifigawd]
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm fine, hey (So you know I'm fine)
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Crackin' like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the [?] be hittin' [?]
I be servin' swag, bitch I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, its [?]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
[?] dope right there

[Verse 2: Sickboyrari]
Ayy, I pop tags, ayy
Ayy, throw it in the bag, ayy (The bag bag)
[?] smoking gas, hold up (Gas gas)
Right on Georgia Ave, ayy (I don't talk)
Sound real aggressive, ayy
Marcy Mane in the [?], ayy
I'm poppin' shit like Smith & Wesson, ayy
Know the [?] match the fit
Hopping out shit, looking like a brick
Air Max, I like kick
I ain't rockin' no Rick's, ayy
Ayy, shining on my stunna shit, ayy
Ayy, [?], ayy
Ayy, [?]

[Chorus: Wifigawd]
Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)
Margiela, uhh (Uhh)
She hit my phone, hey
Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)
Let me smoke my dope, ayy
Then I get behind (Then I get behind)
No safety on that iron, hey
So you know I'm fine, hey (So you know I'm fine)
Looking through the scope, ayy
They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)
Crackin' like a goat (Goat)
Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
Right on Georgia Ave, where the [?] be hittin' [?]
I be servin' swag, bitch I got it for the low, ayy (For the low)
I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, its [?]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there
Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there
[?] dope right there