(intro) Scotty Griffin I told these hoes I'm Scotty Griffin Scotty My moma found out that im trappin (that I'm trappin) My Chick want a cut so now so she snapping Told her let me bust it open and let me in & If she up for it tell her bring a friend HOOK: All my people off the shits like its marti gras Snort a line take a hit like its marti gras Smash a broad and speak french like it marti gras Get piffed and drank a fifth like its marti gras (Verse ) Fuck a cop, fuck an op, fuck a thot Run up on him tell him give me what cha got I dont care if they blocc is hot We want tax if you trapping in our spot Rough draft work like im working on a plot Gotta keep them tools like we workin on a yacht Im only goina hit u if i know u got a knot Gotta keep them barz like im working on a drop If people talkin crazy hittem in da jaw Said they moving keys but they never seen raw Think im fronting on the things i saw Call up my amigo "chrup chrup" phone call Trick off a band errr time im in da mall He dont wanna bang brah, he tryin stall Throw up them hands if u really wanna brawl Knock his ass out then hit em wit a sprawl Ill french quarter. A nigga make his ass sing jazz Cock the 45 have him laying on his ass I had to hit the black while i shine with my golds I aint no saint but best believe ill never fold Sip codiene i got sticky gums Finger fuck got stinky thumbs she got that wet that'll get me sprung Tell her fall back then i hit her with the tounge Scotty Griffin I told these hoes I'm Scotty Griffin Rollin off these hits its Marti Gras And im off the shits and its marti gras (hook)

Smoking that marley Intro: 4700 we got em like oooooooo Im trippin on cloud nine best believe im hella fly Rollin blunts in my car best belive im getting high I was looking for a turnt up so i gave that lean a try I got turnt Up at my job and spilled codeine all on my tie On the calirado hills in the Calirado mountains Tmb the trap ybr we money counting Match one match two My shit purple and it's blue Stars and straps are coming thru And any problems they'll come for you Smoking on that mother loving marley Females like a turn up and a party They running trains and tracks and running trollys Give her that dick she feeling jolly Tell his baby moma she can call me Hustle, get it, grinding do it always Hit it from the back she moaning fontay Drink like im from texas pass the bombay (like) Hook: Oooooooo smoking on Jamaican (jamaican) We got em like oooooooo Smoking on that Marley (smoking on that) MAR-LEY x2 Verse 2: If theres purple in the room best believe Its getting burnt If you see me with a bottle best believe im getting turnt I be cheifing in my city matchin celebs in my town Yall smoke it by the gram but i can burn it by the pound people are faulty, they change like the weather Money is a temp high but i wanna be high forever Zig zags or swisher sweets got that candy trick or tweet got that flame i keep that heat got that bread i keep that wheat Smoking on that ML reefer She hungry for that D feed her After i have my fun Ima Leave her Cuz your boy is on now i don't Need her People know fondue dont play play Ops talking stupid must be crazy Scare his whole squad with the A K Burner hit his dome make him nay nay (Hook)

Intro: Ugh Scotty Griffin Fondue YBR Hook: Maine F These People I'm Gucci x4 Verse 1: They call me scotty griffin northside hustler I can take his baby moms and turn her fam into my customers Slumpin in my Chevy riding slow pouring 4's Strapin up my turfs cuz we knocking down doors Im rollin so hard i don't need tires But without tires im still burning rubbers In the sheets or in the covers C section when a nigga cut here Spread her out like melted butter Kick her off I had to punt her Head game so good (so good) Thanked her dad and high fived her mother Rip pimp c Maine we stay severing up fiends I started ybr now we underground king I had to do it one time for all the shawtys trying to chill I layed this verse down 3xxx Cuz i'm rolling off a pill (Hook) Verse 2: They call me scotty griffin.. its Fondue baby I might go ahead and smash ya.. but you aint my lady driving Spanish girls crazy call me el loco Im fresh too death watch your step in that Levi and polo Riding solo is a nono Better go get the 44 I got kicks like a dojo I keep licks a broke hoe got cake you know we cashing out got that oil lets hash it out. got your chick she passing out Hit her with a cradle she tapping out Like a sin to begin While she's turnt way off this gin In that coop like we trap with hens Wiping my ish like im in a benz Rather cop a beamer or that lexus Like ish slow like im from texus Calirado young black and reckless Beef with us ill leave you headless Hook:

intro: Fondue UGH Cali-Rado Bridge: Her, her friends and the chicks Me my niggas and my clique Beef with the squad and get hit Better watch your girl before she get picked (better) Watch ya bitch Before she get Flipped x8 Verse 1: Smoking calirado Riding around deep in my tahoe I hope his baby moma like to swallow Ill fuck her and duck her he can have back tomorrow Aye shes real great with sloppy toppy Make an opp go crazy when his girl wanna top me See me with his broad now that nigga wanna pop me Im the real mccoy yall niggas photocopys (listen) Ima young nigga gettin it You a broke nigga bro you ain't even getting shit Nigga whats craccin My team never lacking Big time loud packin... no small sacking (Hook) Verse 2: Im riding with the slump you can hear it knocking See me in the club have the place rocking Beefin with the squad we going be boxing No one taking L's that shit aint a option She got you playing games but im playing with her mouth Couple more minutes your boy can turn her out You want proof of what im on ill make i take pictures I dont need no pills i just need a couple swishers Im gone off hard liquor My goons they bust triggers My bullets will murk niggas Ybr we all hitters These broads they all sippers That drank killed they livers They twerk we all tippers She go we all in her (Hook)

Intro: I told these niggas they wasnt ready for that shit brah... It's YBR (Fondue) Verse 1: Im Your big homies, big homie Caught a body in the summer couldn't pin it on me These niggas snitching these niggas telling Maine these niggas phony If these niggas really on it then my niggas doming These op niggas like some bitches Man these bitches hoeing Loud pack what im blownin Man my shit be potent I be riding with some ghost like im from east Oakland If i clutch my pistol sometimes i cant control it Its like when im getting money man i want it all And if i aint getting money then i get withdrawals Sometimes i just wanna ball till i fucking fall But every time i hit the mall the traps call You cant see me nigga like your vison is a blurr My lyrics is like my dope gotta keep it pure If a nigga talking crazy..... let em trip Cuz im in love with my burner call me pistol whipped HOOK: AYE (aye,aye) Call me Pistol Whipped x3 Im in love with my burner call me pistol whipped AYE (aye,aye) Call me Pistol Whipped x3 Im in love with my burner call me pistol whipped Verse 2: Im in love with the woo Put it on the stove and watch me do what it do I can show yall niggas how to make a one to a two Ima YBR nigga maine I live for the juuu Ill bring the beef straight to his momas house Throw them hands up or bring them choppas out Op talkin crazy like he going to shoot or something. My thots got glocks but i need me a ruger woman Bandos Got that ammo We like rambos Jack people and rob people we some vandals Niggas out here flip flop like some sandals Run up on a nigga all black like a sambo Bad Bitches wanna see me when they feeling freaky Some of them I knock off daily other hoes are weekly Break bread feed the needy never feeling greedy Give an op the hee bee jee bees every time he see me (Hook)

Intro: My ambitions as a hustla Fondue Verse 1: When i was younger i had a dollar and a dream I bought a half zip turned these dollars into dreams Love the bud game but white game got the green If the stash runnin low Serve up woo to the fiends (see) We went from servin to school kids to servin j's went from toatting duecies to toating k's We hittin L's if we gotta pop shells Stay on my p's and q's cuz them o'z move well only cop if it's for my price If she on the powder she'll fuck all night I tried whipping rocks but i rather rock ice Cuz Them fiends stay up and the woo rocks nice (so what chu saying maine) Hook: 250 for a zip.... wcm Folk fakin with my chips...wcm These ain't bands on my hip...wcm This shotty aint got a grip...wcm Ybr aint the plug.... wcm That aint lean in my cup....wcm Shawty aint dtf .... wcm These broads out here getting cuffed...wcm Verse #2 So what chu saying maine? Is there a problem? But bro he the plug Well fuck it lets go and rob him Had to leave momas house Ol girl had a bando Cliqued up with the homies now we all up on the plan bro Your big homie big homie im a parent to the block Making all these woo babies im a parent to the rock out here Dumpin and slumpin On my hood ima gunner The way I Jug and finnesse on my hood ima runner Ybr the plug you already know If he's an op then you know he gotta go I hit my peoples & i get it for the low But im reckless thoe so i had to juu him bro The way she swallow would've thought the Thot was single (goin in) But you would've thought she dated my dick the way they mingled (U know) if theres doo dey in the blunt you know ima lite it up If theres codeine round me you know i gotta sprite it up HOOK: 250 for a zip.... wcm Folk fakin with my chips...wcm These ain't bands on my hip...wcm This shotty aint got a grip...wcm Ybr aint the plug.... wcm That aint lean in my cup....wcm Shawty aint dtf .... wcm These broads out here getting cuffed...wcm Verse #3 Some of my work stepped on but youll feel no steps from me Workin in the kitchen but you'll find no recipes Hell yeah we taxing brah ain't no shit for free If u is an op u cant cop no work from me (Damn) Dome any op u see U never get shit from me No guns, no pills, no weed Ill make your family bleeds Fondue knows people and his people has peers One phone call and ill send the all clear Ol dude tried to re up he made me pissed First he was a customer Now his he's a lick The streets is a bitch And i still fuck with her She also hella cold but im used to the winter People know im wild for many many reasons Fuck her and duck her I did it for convience Count my money back wards I get it into Senqunce Run up on a op we some juvenile Delequces Hook: 250 for a zip.... wcm Folk fakin with my chips...wcm These ain't bands on my hip...wcm This shotty aint got a grip...wcm Ybr aint the plug.... wcm That aint lean in my cup....wcm Shawty aint dtf .... wcm These broads out here getting cuffed...wcm outro: Detour to Cali-Rado (Cali-Rado) Take a Detour to Cali-Rado X4