Kid Scott & The Weekend Warriors - Live Mike Stud Diss #HoodieMafia lyrics

Clicky Clang Clicky Clang The money goes into my piggy bank Clicky yo shout out Lloyd Banks This is New York b**h I could ask you? Rap until your face gon This little p**y hurt him arm throwin some baseballs He a rapper now? I pact the crowd with some k**er that be acting wild You jack my style? it come back around Pent House, my place sick Your ph is basic Face it you don't rap like this When I type sh** you like this Fight this unless you righteous You know you nicest when you the rapper for the white kids and Isis You don't work like this Twerk my dick then dismiss Cuz this the night shift b**h this is the life You made it first but you not paid Rappers want a verse for verse well this ain't scott trade Feelin like Lincoln Dred Scott decision Sitting on top they plot but won't stop the vision Why I smile ear to ear? Scott is king What's clear is clear My ride remote start designed the most art since Mozart You ain't gotta tell me that I'm so smart Reminiscing bout the past when I'd finish last sipping Guinness Draft Now even if she dick I'm in her Ass My flow concern em like the foe of Joe Paterno No Jerry Sandusky but very few trust me Uh forget the rock that I got I'm still I'm still Scott from the block Mpan buncha actors and wangstas Gabor's take action we gangsta Remember that