Scratch That

By TLE Cinco

On 20Cinco

Released on March 22, 2019

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[Intro]

(BarryAuto)

We riding 'round with choppers and shit

I swear I might pop me a bitch

Ayy

We not stopping this bitch

Said, we not stopping this shit

Ayy


[Chorus]

We riding 'round with choppers and shit

I swear I might pop me a bitch (Might pop me a bitch)

Ayy, ayy, but scratch that

Ayy, I get them racks and I score with the pack like a halfback

If he want smoke, he can have that

I got them racks and the Glock with the sack in my backpack

You got it, I want it, so I got to have that (Ayy)

Pull to your block and we air that (Ayy, ayy, ayy) out, ayy

I got them bands in my house, ayy

Fuck on a bitch and I bounce, ayy

These fuck niggas trap out the ounce, ayy

These fuck niggas ratting, they capping, they twelve, these fuck niggas rat like a mouse, ayy (Rat like a mouse)

Laying shit down like a couch (Down like a couch)

Go ask the hood, they can vouch, ayy (They can vouch)


[Verse 1]

I just turn up when the bass drop, ayy (Ayy)

I love to see the opps' face when the case drop, ayy (Ayy, ayy)

Chopper gon' sing like Tamar

Bitch, in the county, you had a hard time, like eight rocks

Eight racks in his video, then he had eight props

I ended up saying fuck school just 'cause I stayed far

What these niggas hating for? (Ayy)

I had to pray even after I got what I prayed for (Ayy, ayy)


[Interlude]

Truckload shit, man

Truckload CEO checking in, Truckload Cinco, man (Let's do this shit, man)

Fuck nigga know what's going on

We giving the opps hell (Truckload shit)

We getting all the money

These fuck niggas know that (Beep)

We flexed up like Kodak (Frrt)

Spin on a opp block, they run, hit a four flat (Ayy, let's go)

Let's go


[Verse 2]

She mad 'cause I fuck who I want (Who I want)

Bitch, I'm a shooter 'cause you got your niggas that do shit for you that you don't (Shit that you don't)

Never had shit to prove, but I'm always proving them wrong (On God)

I'm shooting at you 'cause ain't shit gangster about shooting at a home (On God)


[Chorus]

We riding 'round with choppers and shit

I swear I might pop me a bitch (Uh, I might pop me a bitch)

Ayy, ayy, but scratch that (Ayy, ayy)

Ayy, I get them racks and I score with the pack like a halfback (Ayy)

If he want smoke, he can have that (Ayy, ayy)

I got them racks and the Glock with the sack in my backpack (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

You got it, I want it, so I got to have that (Ayy, ayy)

Pull to your block and we air that (Ayy, ayy) out, ayy (Ayy, ayy)

I got them bands in my house, ayy (Bands in my house)

Fuck on a bitch and I bounce, ayy (Bitch and I bounce)

These fuck niggas trap out the ounce, ayy (Trap out the ounce)

These fuck niggas ratting, they capping, they twelve, these fuck niggas rat like a mouse, ayy (Rat like a mouse)

Laying shit down like a couch (Down like a couch)

Go ask the hood, they can vouch, ayy (Hood, they can vouch)


[Outro]

Ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, pull up to your block and we air that shit out

Ayy, ayy, we air that shit out

Ayy, ayy, da, da, da, da

Fuck these niggas capping about? (BarryAuto)

Fuck these niggas capping about?

Let's go