Young Scooter Feat. Future “Real Talk” (WSHH Exclusive – Official Audio)



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39 thoughts on “Young Scooter Feat. Future “Real Talk” (WSHH Exclusive – Official Audio)

  1. [Intro: Future]
    BMFBG nigga
    ATL Jacob
    Yeah
    Skrrt, skrrt

    [Verse 1: Young Scooter]
    ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
    Shout out to the ahks, As-Salaam-Alaikum
    Motherfuck the cops, run up all the paper
    Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
    I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
    Love to spoil myself, I by myself everything
    Rolex, Audemar, fuck a Breitling
    I damn near lost it all in the dice game
    I kept my mouth closed when the folks came
    My name on fire in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
    Section 8 ENT, that's gang gang
    I bet a nigga never snatch my chain
    That tripple crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
    All this money I got, I send them kidnappers
    I'm all about a sack, I'm talkin' Urlacher
    Pack touch down, Green Bay Packers
    Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, like a dynamite
    I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at that red light
    Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
    I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no more stressin'
    Me and VL Deck juggin', ride in the old Lexus
    OG Cali kush, all I smoke is pressure
    They call me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
    You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or better
    Thirty-five hundred on a Louis sweater
    Don't hit the door if it ain't five bricks or better
    Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big bettor
    Real dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
    No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross
    I take a nigga off, I take another loss
    Walk into my house, I got a pack vault
    I'm a real hustler, yeah I made myself a boss

    [Chorus: Young Scooter & Future]
    No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross
    Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
    We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
    We put 'em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa)
    It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
    Your plug price too high, I'll shut him down
    I get a hundred mil, I'm moving underground

    [Verse 2: Future]
    Pink diamonds in my teeth, pink codeine in my cup
    Pink molly in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
    Section 8, VL, that's my partner 'dem
    Pull up in a V12, you can't interfere
    Space coupes, oops, I just made the world disappear
    If you sellin' bales in the field show your skills
    Half a ticket for club face Richard Mille
    Already had sauce and drip, now I got spill
    Lil Haiti goons right with me 'til infity
    When we roll up on the opps don't show no sympathy
    I just fucked a check up at the store, brrt, brrt
    I just blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
    Chinchilla draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt
    And we gettin' that bread by the load, brrrt
    More Pucci for this raw sushi
    Evel Knievel when she up the speed
    She just landed in from overseas (word)
    Once I expand her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
    Shop sprees, spent a hundred G's (oh God)
    I got rich kids, my neck on freeze (brrt brrt)
    It's murder squad, they'll leave you in a freezer (brrt)
    (I don't remember nothin', I got amnesia)
    I go so hard, gotta let it take a breather (hold up)
    I'm strappin' birdies to my mommy seaters
    Yeah, gang (brrt brrt)

    [Chorus: Young Scooter & Future]
    No nothin' beat a double but a triple cross
    Double cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
    We put them dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
    We put 'em all together, call it remixing (whoa whoa)
    It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
    I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch down
    (Your plug price too high, I'll shut him down
    I get a hundred mil, I'm moving underground)

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