Banned From Where

I ain't cooped up in the hills, I'm in

The field trying to catch a kill, baby

Huh?

I'm bad for whatever

You will not hit us

I'm mad about who?

These **** ain't got no strikes

They know the fuck I'm in real life

Stop

I'm the real Scoku, I know he drill, baby

I ain't cooped up in the hills, I'm in the field

I'm outside trying to catch a kill, baby

All that dissin', who ya kill lately?

Lil' bitch, see your car came phone

Cop a deuce and still be dissin', man, these **** crazy

Since I dropped the song, sayin' my name rockin' moisture like chain

Only one who's funky, these **** so fuckin' lame

All in the A, they know I bust a brain

Got rich and still ain't changed

Got 23 clutches, LeBron James

For the stick, bitch, you not flame

And I won't touch, 'cause that my brother soul

Soon as I get the drum know I'm sending a missile

Thick round **** you never met in person

I don't understand you ****

On the web tryin' to blame a ****

So it's beef, that's what you sayin', lil' ****?

I'm the type hop out shootin' with both hands, lil' ****

So pussy, I can't even stand a ****

I'mma kill you where you stand, lil' ****

Big issue, knock off your man

I don't need no plan

Just some switches and pistols

Nut in her mouth, I'mma kiss it

Can't know my finger, don't need a trigger

Bad bitch tellin' me she don't need no ****

These **** broke as fuck too

Dissin' me?

Pussy, who is you?

We known to hop out and shoot

Can tell he target practice 'cause all he do is diss

With a zipper on his stomach like they don't be rippin' his ass up

**** be dissin' on the net, in real life they pussy as fuck

And you know that's facts, ain't gotta run it back

I called JB, ain't gotta send him shit, know he gon' handle that

No defense, we push attack

Diss me now, you can't take it back

And you know how I get down, we walk shit down

We win, no face attached

Then run, I pulled up with the MAC

I'm tryin' to see where **** at

Ain't goin' back and forth with you bitches

I've been inchin' to catch a hat

Face down flat, ****

Fuck do they run track?

When we pull up, they get off

This a Hellcat moment

If 12 get behind, ain't no pistols gettin' tossed

That **** sweet, we laid on him

I'm on his head like Randy Moss

Talked to the devil and prayed on him

Next day, nailed his ass to the cross

They just took another loss, that's raw

Brand new chop, that bitch go bah

Brand new Drac, that bitch go far

Seven-six-two rip door off a car

Break me a xan and a jar

I'm rich and I'm above the law

Since birth, I've been a fuckin' star

Talk shit, this switch gon' tap your jaw

Blacked out, I fuck around, bumped the bar

I give my life for Keshia

Chad, Lauren, Rod, JB, Tree, and the rest know who they are

I'm the real Scoku, I know he drill, baby

I ain't cooped up in the hills, I'm in the field

I'm outside tryin' to catch a kill, baby

All that dissin', who ya kill lately?

Lil' bitch see your car came phone

Cop a deuce and still be dissin', man, these **** crazy

Since I dropped a song sayin' my name rockin' moisture like chain

Only one who's funky, these **** so fuckin' lame

All in the A, they know I bust a brain

Got rich and still ain't changed

Got 23 clutches, LeBron James

For the stick, bitch, you not flame

Four sisters pulled up with all entitanes, still ain't worth a thing

The jeweler said these moisture like big 952, that be the gang, huh?

Are you ready to lose your brain, huh?

Ready for me to leave you stank, huh?

Jumpin' in videos, put a target on your back

I'mma step on your ass and head home

Out the window tryin' to leave his head blown

Ain't poppin' out talk till the Feds gone

**** dodgin' the shit they said wrong

I love duckin' on shit like I'm dead wrong

I'mma call 952, I can't no more

Hope I die before I ever get old

Free all the bros out the road

Fuck y'all keepin' me violent for these hoes

I'm the real Scoku, I know he drill, baby

I ain't cooped up in the hills, I'm in the field

I'm outside tryin' to catch a kill, baby

All that dissin', who ya kill lately?

Lil' bitch see your car came phone

Cop a deuce and still be dissin', man, these **** crazy

Since I dropped a song sayin' my name rockin' moisture like chain

Only one who's funky, these **** so fuckin' lame

All in the A, they know I bust a brain

Got rich and still ain't changed

Got 23 clutches, LeBron James

For the stick, bitch, you not flame