Scooby-Doo ft. Jay FTW Lyrics

Yeah, okay

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah

It's Kofsfinger, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah

With my dawgs like Scooby-Dooby-Doo

And this choppa go doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

We gonna send them through the roof

We spend his block like hula hoops

Like, what you wanna do

You talkin' bout opps, might have a few

But the only real OPS really my crew

Everybody I'm with know Ima shoot

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

We outside, we on his block

I'm limpin', I'm walkin' with my Glock

I'm pimpin', I'm often with a thot

He's strippin' because I got this pole

Made him throw his money on the floor

I'm runnin' pockets, not runnin' home

I got no picks, know what I'm on

Tryna make the opposition catch em

I'm throwin' picks and interceptions

I got a stick, I got a FN

I do not chat, I get to steppin'

They know where I'm at, I ain't hard to find

Like, my mama heart part of mine

Don't make me make your mama cry

My shot real sharp like porcupine

They know where I'm at, in the trap like Fred

I'm tryna stack my bread, my bitch bad

Yeah, kinda like Daph

I kick back and I count my cash

I just laugh with my dawgs, my Scoobies

Loadin' the clips and we makin' a movie

Totin this nine in some 990 newbies

Smoke me a opp, yea I smoke me a doobie

When my dawgs like Scooby-Dooby-Doo

And this choppa go doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

We gonna send him through the roof

We spin his block like hula hoops

Like, what you wanna do

You talkin' bout opps, might have a few

But the only real OPS really my crew

Everybody I'm with know Ima shoot

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

We outside, we on his block

I'm limpin', I'm walkin' with my Glock

I'm pimpin', I'm offtem with a thot

He's strippin' because I got this pole

Made him throw his money on the floor

I'm runnin pockets, not runnin' home

I got no pics, know what I'm on

I'm with your bitch and I give her bone

I got the drip, Mr. Put-It-On

If we got opps, brodie get them gone

If you ain't talkin bread then don't call my phone

Lately, I've been feelin' all alone

But I could do better when I'm on my own

When I get in the stu and I'm in my zone

Then I'm gettin higher than a drone

SiQ my dawg so that make me Shaggy

We the best in the game if you ask me

Been doing some numbers you can check the stat-sheet

We got your girl in the backseat

Keep two with me like Velma and Daphne

And both of them like to get nasty

And I like my shawties bad and bougie

With a little bit of classy

Don't got time for hoes, only worried bout green

Makin' sure everyone eat on my team

And my life like a movie, I'm livin' a dream

Hop out the van, mystery machine

You can check my record, yeah, my slate is clean

And we hit your mans, my Glock got a beam

Everything that I spit, yeah, I keep it a bean

OPS, the gang, NRC is the team

OPS Gang