[Intro: MC Money]

Scopin' out a, scopin' out a, scopin' out a buster boy

Scopin' out a, scopin' out a, scopin' out a buster boy

Scopin' out a buster boy, loadin' up my milli' round

Step up in my face, bitch, and I'ma put you underground

[Verse 1: DRAGONMANE]

I don't need the feature, I don't need the preacher

Fuck your faith, I'm a devil shit believer

Throw it in a heater, ninety-four creeper

Jump, get dumped, in the trunk with the speakers

[?] reaper, ghosts wanna sneak ya

Bodies on the pleadure, [?] then teacher

Drag her to all her [?], had her stalk with the yalk

'Cause I gotta take carе of my creatures

Payin' my respеct to the king of the death

Satan got me tumblin' for the devil shit I spit

Papa let me murder, on the coppers with the choppers

[?] the bodies, [?] and trippin' demons in the mist

And I fell bliss on a bitch, and I can't miss

That I won't miss when I rip

Drove with a slug for the laws, [?] blood go drip

Slick quick, on the wrist for the six

Scopin' out a buster boy, blinkin' of the golden gate

Dragonmane won't hesitate, I'm [?], no holdin' back

Your body meet disposal now, empty machines that's golden black

This custom knife of those that cry, you beef with me, unload the nine

[Chorus: MC Money]

Scopin' out a, scopin' out a, scopin' out a buster boy

Scopin' out a, scopin' out a, scopin' out a buster boy

Scopin' out a, scopin' out a, scopin' out a buster boy

Scopin' out a buster boy, loadin' up my milli' round

Scopin' out a, scopin' out a, scopin' out a buster boy

Scopin' out a, scopin' out a, scopin' out a buster boy

Scopin' out a buster boy, loadin' up my milli' round

Step up in my face, bitch, and I'ma put you underground

[Verse 2: DRAGONMANE]

Leave 'em in the M-Town, bodies never found

I'm the great, no trace, no first for the yay

Better yet take 'em to the down-low

Late, quick fit, to the bitch, sing quick with with the paste

I don't run away, I just want a taste

More frickin' lies, 'cause this [?] still late

Don't wanna sleep, I'ma stay in between

From the creep, finna [?] for the [?] grapes

Mind still dead from the rain

I can still see smoke from the plane

So sad for the crane

Scopin' and I'm gunnin' 'cause I already got it comin'

For them buster niggas runnin', fuckin' rapid niggas fast

Everyday Halloween, stalk with the mask

Murder sweet like candy, Gat on the dash

Black death, stones go [?] on the grass

Leave a bitch, whole trash in a house made of glass

Hittin' for your cheese, bitch, drop it off, I need it

Happily watchin' you bleed, bitch

Drag it, keep the reed lit

Flee away quick, I leave with

All of my lawns, that's a couple black ghosts

Scrap a ho, take her life to seize it

For a nigga dead, nigga, please slip, bitch

[Outro: MC Money]

Scopin' out a, scopin' out a, scopin' out a buster boy

Scopin' out a, scopin' out a, scopin' out a buster boy