Intro - Lor Scoota: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Intro

139

Hip-Hop/Rap

Intro è stato pubblicato il 22 marzo 2021 da Ybs come parte dell'album Still In the Trenches 3

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumStill In the Trenches 3

Data di uscita22 marzo 2021

EtichettaYbs

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM59

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

teron powell

Songwriter

Testi

[Intro]

Keep it locked right here, WRNR

Real **** radio

Baltimore, stand the fuck up

Lor Scoota about to paint a picture for the streets

They say hard times build character

Metal to sharp metal

So you gotta strike while the iron is hot

Ain't no room for four **** on this ride

It's time to separate the real from the fake (Lor Scoota, man)

Talk to 'em, young **** (Up next)

Certified street ****

Real **** radio

Introduction to the motherfuckin' world, man (YBS the campaign)

Want y'all to know I'm in the for the long run (Up next, I stamp)

I ain't like these young ****, man (Still in the trenches, I breed it)

I ain't tryna hit the stash

I'm tryna eat forever, son

Huh? (Real **** radio)

[Chorus]

Makin' money, smokin' skunky, fuckin' ****' bitches

The hood love me, fuck a label, put on for the trenches

I'm livin' better than I was, but I'm still in the trenches

Still gettin' love from the all thugs, shout out to my ****

Makin' money, smokin' skunky, fuckin' ****' bitches

The hood love me, fuck a label, put on for the trenches

I'm livin' better than I was, but I'm still in the trenches

Still gettin' love from the all thugs, shout out to my ****, yeah

Shout out my motherfuckin' ****, man

1500, YBS what it is, man

What up? What up?

[Verse 1]

Right back to the shit that got a **** here

I ain't never gon' quit, ****, this my year

Thought I was gon' flop, not this year

I got shit that a lot of real **** need to hear

I done learned so much over this past year

I done been through so much, I don't even care

Used to eat cold cuts, now five-star meals

Used to steal from my mother, now I help her with the bills

And I'm still in the field, still get a **** killed

If she ain't my bitch, I don't care how she feel

I'm gettin' rich, you ain't never gon' know it feel

I be takin' them trips and I ain't got no deal

I don't look up to no rappers, I only salute the real

I don't call myself a rapper, I call it how I see it

How you call yourself a trapper sellin' weed for your man?

How you let a **** trick you out your last five bands?

These **** just stupid, they ain't got lead

And if you wanna get mad, you can feel this lead

I'ma rock one of y'all bitch **** to bed

I'm rockin' the .40 like part of my fit

Tucked in the Louis, it's right on my hip

I'm goin' through it, I been through some shit

When I get mad, do shit I regret

Please don't make me mad, I'ma regret your death

Buy me a pound, break it all down

Smoke me an ounce, I'm sellin' the rest

You bought a pound after a pound

Then smoked it all, now you ain't got shit left

You tried to blame me and blame my ****

Say that we used you for money, you bitch

You know that's a lie, YBS, we the shit

We don't even like askin' nobody for shit

I'm on my shit, I'm gettin' rich

I'm a go-getter, money, I get it

Make enough, me and my **** gon' split it

Me and Lor Ron used to sit in the kitchen

Talk about how we gon' shit on these ****

Thinkin' about how we can get richer

Only right, eat who you starved with, ****

At night, I just sit back, goin' through pictures

Couple **** bitched up

I done lost a few ****, I ain't never switch up

Kept it honest with you ****

Came in the game as the underdog, ****

Now I'm up next, I ain't under y'all ****

Countchecks.com and I'm logged on, ****

Still plugged in, I know what's goin' on, ****

Streets raised me, I was born in the trenches

I believe in Allah, I don't fear no ****

[Chorus]

Believe in gettin' money, smoke skunky

Fuck bitches, hood love me

Through all the hatin' and the rumors, I'ma hunt it

Guns in your video, ain't bust nothin'

[Verse 2]

Got the .40 on me in most my pictures

I ain't gotta show it, just know I got it with me

Try to run up, you gettin' hit with the blicky

Free Lor Fred, he gonna kill a **** with me

Lor Cholly was there when I left a **** dick hilly

He threatened my life, so I get him 'fore he get me

Any **** can get it, I ain't never been picky

Got goons in the cut, you barely ever see 'em with me

The **** that's with me, when I go, they goin' with me

Put the team on my back, put the trenches in a frenzy

All the bitches know that, YBS, we them ****

A **** say different, he a hatin'-ass ****

Fuck him, I ain't worried 'bout no hating-ass ****

Talk about me, have a conversation, ****

Broke boy, I don't wanna have a conversation, ****

Ho ****, you can talk to this big four-nickel

I don't talk to your ho, I just give her that pickle

Twenty-two years old, shittin' on old ****

Had the chance make out the trenches, but you didn't

And now they mad 'cause I'm the leader of the trenches

I ain't goin' nowhere, I just started this, ****

The fans love me 'cause I'm still in the trenches

They know I'm way different from these rappin'-ass ****

You a rappin'-ass, rattin'-ass, rappin'-ass ****

I don't want no songs, can't shake hands with you

Won't get on my songs, one of my fans, ****

I'm hands on like a iPad, **** (iPad, ****)

Scoota up next, just call me Up Next

I want my respect, I don't do it for the checks

Could've stayed in the trap, in my room writin' raps

I done came too far, it ain't no goin' back

Written by: teron powell

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