Run away, try hide, take a long vacation
People who I pay to find out your location
Don't ask Gs [?] cause you're scared of me
People are strapped and they go everywhere with me
Where I'm going, I'm bringing the fifty with me
I'm bring the milli with me, I'm bringing the weed with me
Knew where I'm going, I'm bringing the skengs with me
I'm bringing the friends with me, I'm bringing the-
Hard top? I want a soft top
Bill the weed zoot, I don't want no hot rocks
Make music, I don't wanna shot rocks
Roll strapped now, I don't wanna see cops
Sports car, it's gotta be a new shape
Brand new reg, it's an '03 plate
Won't sit down, fuck that, stand up
Put your blicks down, now put your hands up
Yeah, I don't wanna shot, if I'm shotting, I'm buzzing
You send shots before you buss one shot
Without being seen, that's without being heard
Without being stopped and searched by one cop
And I hear that you're bussing gunshots
You talk about straps like you own a gun shop
Think that you're heavy cause you're carrying one Glock
Can't bury me because you live in the scum block
You ain't the weed man, you don't know about cops
[?] know you dealed one box
But what I've got, got what I've got
I've got weed I can shot, see I'm cold but I'm hot
Lyrics I can buss, I've got moves I can buss
I've got skengs I can buss, I've got feds I can trust
I've got bars so we roll
[?] wars, you know
Hard top? I want a soft top
Bill the weed zoot, I don't want no hot rocks
Make music, I don't wanna shot rocks
Roll strapped now, I don't wanna see cops
And the sports car, it's gotta be a new shape
Brand new reg, it's an '03 plate
Won't sit down, fuck that, stand up
Put your blicks down, now put your hands up
Yeah, I've got a style, you know it's not rap
I'm like a crocodile, see, I just snap
I've got a lot of style, cut no slack
I've got a shotta style so buss a cap
Too many MCs try too hard to be Scratchy
Ain't how they feel, they get shot in their kneecaps
Seen 'nuff one of them start to freak out
Through the exits that them have to sneak out
No, you ain't like Scratchy
You're as catchy as I can be
I'll show you that I've got the mandem on lock
The weed on lock and I've got the girls on lock
I'll show you that I've got the streets on lock
The beats on lock, got Roll Deep on my top
Scratchy on the back, never on my back
Scratchy's on his heat, man, Scratchy's rolling deep, man
On point, can't fall back
Walk forward, I don't wanna walk back
Now you're cornered, now you're like "cool, Scratch"
And you're sponsored but you're not all that
I want a Jacob's, I don't want a fake-obs
Bought my own land and I want acres
So haters, you don't want papers
You don't want gun fights, you don't want straightners
Cause the badman don't use slugs, nope
I use my hands and feet, hands
I don't do hard drugs, nope
I just smoke different type weeds, yes
You can look but you can't judge
And you can bread, but you can't spud
If you're stepping, you will get your face smudged
Me, I don't like to talk much
Listen, yep, nah, not me
The breh that you're chatting about, that's not me
Bredda that you're going on about ain't me
Nah, not me, you can't diss Scratchy D, listen
Yeah, this is you
This breh that I'm chatting about? This is you
The breh that I'm going on about? That's you
Yeah, this is you, yep, that's you
What's my name? My name's Scratchy
My big bait flows are catchy
Right about now, I'm not happy
So I'll make your smile look gappy
My name's Scratchy and I'm shabby
And AKA I'm attacky
Yeah, I make this beat sound aggy
And you know I'm not scared like Shaggy
Cause I'm no small dog like Scrappy
I'll make your girl's pum baggy
Yeah-
Lose your life, lose your wife
Lose your life, lose your wife
You don't want me to start, you don't want me to start
You don't want me to start warring, warring
You never should've tried boring, it's boring
You never should've tried boring, it's boring
I'm gonna bring the 44 in
Or I'll bring the sword in
Ching ching, or I'll bring the sword in
