Lyrics Young Scooter

Young Scooter

The Recipe

[Young Scooter:]

All you pussy niggas coppin' pleas

Like you convicted a felony

You lil niggas ain't beefin' 'bout money

You might as well call off all beefs

Turn fifty to 200 Gs

Bitch I got the recipe

Black Amigo, we speak guapanese

You can hate but ain't gon' fuck with me

You gotta watch who you sell that dope

Because these pussy niggas coppin' pleas

I do what the fuck I want, bitch I'm a street lottery

Trap runnin' like 24, we got indoors, we got outdoors

We take a week to sell 20 pounds

But fuck nigga your trap slow

I got truckloads like Costco

I got tons of gas like Texaco

Hundred real niggas 'round me

From Edgewood to Lil Mexico

Trap house with no doors

A couple mill out the dope bowl

I see through these fake ass niggas

And no I do not trust hoes

You niggas ain't beefin' 'bout money

You niggas rather beef 'bout a bitch

All you pussy niggas coppin' pleas

Like you convicted a felony

You lil niggas ain't beefin' 'bout money

You might as well call off all beefs

Turn fifty to 200 Gs

Bitch I got the recipe

Black Amigo, we speak guapanese

You can hate but ain't gon' fuck with me

[Jose Guapo:]

I got to ride with the rifle

I got to ride with the bible

I got to keep it beside me

I got to keep it beside me

I got a book bag beside me

It got a QP inside it

I'm a hit hard when we [?]

Young Guapo might start up a riot

We did this shit for the streets

I count up the money with street

Young Guapo don't fuck with you creeps

Get it back in every week

Niggas been callin' off beef

Talkin' 'bout 200 to 3

We know you gon' cop a plea

You was never in the streets

Don't know you, I speak guapanese

We want them pints and them Ps

[?] Hendrix with me

Got too much money on me

Smoke on that reefer and choke

Scooter just got off a boat

Got shooters you know that they toke

Young Guapo, I'm far from a ho

[Young Scooter:]

All you pussy niggas coppin' pleas

Like you convicted a felony

You lil niggas ain't beefin' 'bout money

You might as well call off all beefs

Turn fifty to 200 Gs

Bitch I got the recipe

Black Amigo, we speak guapanese

You can hate but ain't gon' fuck with me