Song Lyrics

Uh, yeah (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Uh, switch this shit up
Big bro said this that (Back on that rappin' shit)
Weighin' it up, scalin' that shit, man
Countin' up, you know? Stackin' up profit shit
We ain't even thinkin' 'bout the problems
We stackin' dollar bills up
'Cause there ain't no future, it's right now what you make it

Uh, it's right now what you make it
You gettin' fronted, that's what you touchin', that's not what you makin'
And I'm still with dread-heads like I was Jamaican
And we still risk-takin', get a half a brick shakin'
Then a half a book shakin'
Yeah, I wear them face mask so I don't look wasted
Still stickin' to the basics
Big bro the real deal, he gon' bust that bitch, taste this
That lil' heron crack flow, this shit laced
Still straight from 7-9, every day in different states, kid
Give my lawyer 50 more, I ain't tryna face a bid
Jealousy a motherfucker, see it in your face, it is
I ain't hurt a motherfucker, why you gotta hate the kid?
Nigga, you like 30 years old, tryna chase the kids
His daddy did that but he don't know why you hate the kid
I done seen it all, I don't trust a soul
We try and get you gone, yeah, but that's your dawg
We was in this shit since leap frog (In this shit since seesaw)
Way before the streets, it was b-ball
They settin' it up, it's goin' down like seesaw
Then everybody start shootin', that's what she saw
Red, red, all red, that's what we saw
Look like he hit in the head, that's what we saw
And we thuggin' hard 'til we see the feds, bitch I'm 'bout to ball
Pack said touchdown, know he 'bout to call
You know I don't play about my dawgs
You know we don't stop at all
Wops go to 12, we gon' drop it off
And we see the 12, we don't stop at all (Skrrt)
I'ma get away or go to Hell
This a 12, we don't stop at all
Still here with Rell, you think I forgot about big dawg?
Tweak, watch your top, 'cause I'm rocked, we knockin' that shit off
Hustle like a motherfucker, know we droppin' that shit off
If he try and tax, we cop 50, knock all that shit off
Still gotta ride with a 50, and I ride with a 50
All 100s, I'm outside with a 50
Pop out this bitch on my side, flash and it's empty
Bitch mad, I've been in my bag, now I'm in a sitchy
Y'all know Marley and Max, I know Scratchy and Itchy
Learned the whole Lakeshore, I was ridin' with Richie
I don't think he seen his son 'fore he died, that shit hit me
Slim ain't never see his son 'fore he died, that shit hit me
I ain't cried in a minute, I be cryin', shit be hittin' me
I be tryna leave the hood alone, but that shit don't fit me
Know I'm still 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm outside in my Dickies
I don't even 'posed to be, but I'm outside with my blicky
I know I'ma shoot this bitch and so is everybody with me
I be tryna save the bag but I got everybody with me
You know I been rappin' like this since
Y'all don't really hear me
But you don't prolly know about that 'cause
Y'all weren't really with me
I'm still right here with 60
I'm still out here in my biggidy
I'm gon' be here 'til they get rid of me
I'm ready for all of my enemies
I'm gon' finish victorious over all of my enemies, uh
With DJ Victorious
We turn them racks to Bentley keys, nigga

Nigga, uh, uh, uh, uh
Turn them racks to Bentley keys

Herbert Wright, Joshua Luellen

The duration of Scratchy & Itchy is 2:58 minutes and seconds.