SCOPE Lyrics

Oo, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's my nigga Fybelx right there

Yeah, yeah

I'm gonna live forever

Your thottie wan' blow up my phone

I done made a hundred figures, yeah

I can never go broke

Your shawty be wanting a quickie, yeah

Sneak in through the backdoor

Ain't even lift a finger, yeah

She said she want more

She be in my scope

I can't wife no ho

I been on the low

Yeah, she come to the crib and she like my room

Water my wrist like I chopped some onions

Off that Ammonia, I'm smelling the fumes

Diamonds be shining in solitude

Hop in that F1, then I zoom

She not coming home, she coming over

And she hit my phone, why she be texting me three in the mo'? (Morning)

And she be white like snow

Pink diamonds, they glow

Tony my choppa, it blow

You is a phony, we know

Count up the money, I fly on the private, I go anywhere I wan' go

Your bitch is not silent, we waking up neighbors, they telling me I gotta go

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Your thottie wan' blow up my phone

Your thottie wan' blow up my phone

I done made a hundred figures, yeah

I can never go broke

Your shawty be wanting a quickie, yeah

Sneak in through the backdoor

Ain't even lift a finger, yeah

She said she want more

She be in my scope