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Stone Cold Scatz
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Stone Cold Scatz was released on September 4, 2026 by Scatz as a part of the album Stone Cold Scatz
ReleasedSeptember 4, 2026
LabelScatz
LanguageEnglish
BPM103
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

(I was just playin', I was just playin', man, you feel me?)
Two hundred shots hit his crib, he died on the couch
My lil' brother just beat a body, he the golden child
I hope I got the same luck when it's my go-around
Young Joc, we caught an opp out, you know it's goin' down
Shootin' a fast dude with one hand, I'm just showing out
Check the score, why they mad? We done blew 'em out
Heard your mans died with a gun on him, that's just word of mouth
I'll pull up, knock the bricks off his crib like I'm Wreck-It Ralph
I stack the blues and the green like it's Tetris
He took the pin, it wasn't there, I swear to God I can't stand it
He a ham with some bread and some cheese, he a sandwich
I caught an opp out and shot him and his shit, I ain't plan it
I give you everything in my clip, I ain't selfish
If you see me out skied up with button, better not scare, kid
Said you seen Scatz runnin', that's some rare shit
**** playin' music, then heard the thirty out the Vec' clip
They lost Buck and then replaced his ass with Jerry
I'm on his block with a couple sticks, we just campin'
We went and hit his shit, he still in that bitch, he a bandit
We ain't turn it haunted, but that bitch abandoned
I was born in Flint, anywhere I go, I get the lead in
The button spin everywhere like it's a sped kid
My brother kill killers, I don't care 'bout what your mans did
Make him miss his head count and then I head in
My young **** hot, he'll hit a block up on the dead end
I wasn't in the 'Raq, had fully chop in my pants leg
He was tryna dodge the Drac' and did a headstand
Five sticks in this whip, it's like I'm in a tree
This shit so potent in my pop, it could drop a beast
I fuck around and stung him and his mans tryna catch a B
Count through a dub off a four, it feel heavenly
I do the States and every chase I'm in, they need to Stanley me
They like, "How he drop his button with a standard bleep?"
Pack-a-Punch his Glock and got it took in the same week
Yeah, that's my brother, it's the same beef
We made that **** hang his jersey up, somebody call his team
He got paint splatters all up on his pants, I did Amiri jeans
Blood splatter on my pants, I got up close on him
Dead hooper in my Backwood, we steady rollin' 'em
He ain't on shit for his brother, steady postin' him
They askin' how we get the heli pieces, we keep moldin' 'em
I don't even need no weed, I catch an opp out, you know I'm smokin' him
Move the opps out the hood, we finna sew it up
And still bounce out and blow my heat, they say I'm blowin' up
Two way
And still bounce out and blow my heat, they say I'm blowin' up
Written by: Jermaine Turner

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