Artist: Lil Scotty P Album: Momma I'm Sorry Song: Clownin Typed by: twentyfoursevenpublicity Chorus Bitch got me fighting demons at the dinner table Independent section we don't need a label Bitch I got it going on I don't need a favor Pull up out the roof so I can see the hater Got it popping what you smoking on that gas pack Boy you smoking on that boof you can't match that What you want I can get it ima fast track Bitch you better pay my pimping with your fast ass Verse 1 Momma told me growing up that I was different Tried to tell me to stop I didn't listen Fuck boy try to dis me he coming up missing Gotta learn to keep your feelings out my business Chopper go blah blah blah round your block Sliding slow motion still ride with my glock We can't find you posted right up on your block with the violence They popped at my brother so you know we riding I know these bitches choosing when I pull up You know I got that choppa when I show up Heard these niggas really mad I got my doe up Poured the liquor in the poe it made her throw up Young nigga see I had to get my racks up I'll get the shooting don't really need no backup Wasn't raised no quieter if I fall get my ass up Don't try to run up on me boy you know I raise that mack up Touched my first gun I had just turned twelve Only fifteen when I touched my first cell Boy its body after body like I'm growing up in hell Fifteen with a choppa I was really in the field like Chorus Bitch got me fighting demons at the dinner table Independent section we don't need a label Bitch I got it going on I don't need a favor Pull up out the roof so I can see the hater Got it popping what you smoking on that gas pack Boy you smoking on that boof you can't match That What you want I can get it ima fast track Bitch you better pay my pimping with your fast ass Verse 2 Baby mama out here tripping on my other bitch Out here tripping going crazy on some other shit Get the dumping on you niggas for the hell of it I got some shooters really shooting they ain't hesitant Running your mouth little bitch I call you pac-man Bitch you gonna gobble me up in your sweat pants I only fucked with you to get to your best friend And after I fucked i went and fucked on the next friend Chorus Bitch got me fighting demons at the dinner table Independent section we don't need a label Bitch I got it going on I don't need a favor Pull up out the roof so I can see the hater Got it popping what you smoking on that gas pack Boy you smoking on that boof you can't match that What you want I can get it ima fast track Bitch you better pay my pimping with your fast ass