Ralo
Last Strike
[Intro: Young Scooter]
Chophouze on the track, Chophouze on the track
Trap n***a
Yeah, trap n***a, yeah, trap n***a
Count up!

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike (Fuck)
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike (Yeah)
My phone ringing, n***a, somethin' ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go)
Fifty bags a day, that’s what the trap do
This that count music, n***a you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
But just don’t let the streets trap you (Yeah)
Just don’t let the streets trap you (Count up!)

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
I’ve been tweaking on my lawyer he been calling crazy
I don't even trust that n***a, he might try to play me
These n***as snitchin', how I know they broke and frustrated
I got the street recipe, I'm an eighties baby
Fifty bands a day, that’s what the trap do
For real, n***a, some days I make a hundred or two (Thousand)
Put the streets on curfew
Young Scooter make that music you can work to (BMG)
Yeah I trap and rap, trap, wrap bricks
You can’t trust these broke hoes, bitches ain’t shit
I’m on my third strike, still taking chances
My lawyer say tell him the truth I say what games you playing
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike (Fuck)
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike (Yeah)
My phone ringing, n***a, somethin' ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go)
Fifty bags a day, that’s what the trap do
This that count music, n***a you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
But just don’t let the streets trap you (Yeah)
Just don’t let the streets trap you (Count up!)

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
It’s five in the morning, fifty missed calls
Jugg one, he bout to hit the road and take off
I got chickens, but this n***a tryna buy some dog
I ain’t tripping, catch em instant, then I brush him off
A thousand dollars a week that’s what your trap do
Pay attention, n***a, I can help you
Yeah, I was hurting when I flexed you
Close the curtains, I’on wanna see no prostitute
Lil Mexico City, you gon' shop with who?
Young Scooter, put a brick on every block or two
Word on the street you snitchin', I don’t rock with you
Yeah I do straight business if I fuck with you

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike (Fuck)
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike (Yeah)
My phone ringing, n***a, somethin' ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go)
Fifty bags a day, that’s what the trap do
This that count music, n***a you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
But just don’t let the streets trap you (Yeah)
Just don’t let the streets trap you (Count up!)
[Verse 3: Ralo]
I’m out here working, could care less what them crackers think
Big on the real, I can afford another case
I just came from down the road, ain’t tryna go back
But is somethin' 'bout thumbin' them racks
Vacuum them packs, busting up bales
Carrying that pistol, living on the edge
I wanna quit, but these streets like a part of me
They taught me right from wrong, show me how to eat
I got my lawyer on speed dial and paid up
So I’m in the spot, working for a million plus
Hit up [?], tell em, go on 'head, send the truck
And I'll a bust em down, and go 'head bag em up

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
My lawyer called I’m on my last strike (Fuck)
Two time convicted felon don’t need a third strike (Yeah)
My phone ringing, n***a, somethin' ain’t right
It’s 5am and he said he need like five bricks of white (Lets go)
Fifty bags a day, that’s what the trap do
This that count music, n***a you can trap to (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
But just don’t let the streets trap you (Yeah)
Just don’t let the streets trap you (Count up!)