Intro: Young Thug Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us verse 1: Young Scooter Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite Fuckin' with your baby mama, I damn near missed my flight Drunk in the mall and pick it up, I don't check no price My lil' bitch from New York, she told me talk to her nice I told that bitch just pay attention, I could change your life You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I'll give you 25 racks How many bricks in the trunk? Bitch, don't worry 'bout that Why you in that old ass Acura? I got a compartment in that Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your spots If anything missin', just connect the dots Shit, I came from the bottom, no way in hell I could flop Street Lottery, they waitin' on my album to drop Chorus: