[Intro] “Hey homie, jump in.” “You even gonna ask where we goin’?” “Nah. Just shut the fuck up and ride.” [Verse 1] Skrrt off, y’all ain’t ready for the body count Coming down ain’t something you can talk about Slide off in that ditch, son of a bitch Pay the price, that’s the shit I live for, bitch Jesus Christ, her body tight as a vice She got a boyfriend? Not tonight, not this life Driving fast, crossing every goddamn lane Whole damn crew got a problem with behaving What’s crackalackin’? We always packing heat and bad decisions Full tank, full clip, zero fucking inhibitions Pull up somewhere we don’t know a soul Ten minutes later we runnin’ the whole show That one motherfucker everybody knows by name Can’t take him nowhere without startin’ a flame Started with a handshake, ended with a war story Walked in unknown, walked out notorious and gory [Pre-Chorus] Ain’t nobody wanna hear that shit, man “Bro, that’s just fuckin’ insane” Yeah, maybe so—what’s your point, bitch? We came here lookin’ for something to destroy and enrich [Chorus] WE SOME MOTHERFUCKIN’ SCOUNDRELS Bad decisions with ambition, no brakes, no counselors WE SOME MOTHERFUCKIN’ SCOUNDRELS Trouble recognizes faces, we just give the ending better ratings [Verse 2] No itinerary, no destination, pure devastation Just bad judgment and pure determination One says left, one says right, fuck it—we’re going tonight Two things I ain’t never seen: a sober decision and a clean routine We don’t need luck, we got dumbass confidence on blast Turn a five-minute stop into a full-blown incident fast He said “Y’all good?” We said “Hell yeah, let’s get it twisted” That’s usually when shit gets weird as a bitch Somebody laughing, somebody yelling, somebody texting “Don’t tell ‘em where I’m headed” We ain’t criminals, we just look suspicious as fuck Every bad decision somehow gets ambitious as fuck Whole squad rollin’ like a bad transmission Nobody’s steering but everybody’s committed to the mission [Chorus] WE SOME MOTHERFUCKIN’ SCOUNDRELS Bad decisions with ambition, no brakes, no counselors WE SOME MOTHERFUCKIN’ SCOUNDRELS Trouble recognizes faces, we just give the ending better ratings [Verse 3] What’s crackalackin’? Who’s got the plan? “Plan?” Motherfucker, we’re winging it again Walk in alone, leave knowing every body and every story Bartender knows us, bouncer’s gettin’ sloppy and horny No fear, no brakes, no “maybe we shouldn’t” If somebody says “don’t,” you know somebody would and they couldn’t Not tonight—nah, not this fucking crew We turn “what the fuck?” into “watch what we do” Hawk tuah with the brain, spit game that’ll stain Ain’t nobody wanna hear that main, but they still remain “That’s fucked up.” “Yeah, probably.” Then somebody starts laughing like a goddamn lunatic, body rockin’ We’re not looking for trouble Trouble just recognizes faces and doubles We don’t start every story We just give the ending better ratings and more glory [Final Chorus] WE SOME MOTHERFUCKIN’ SCOUNDRELS Bad decisions with ambition, no brakes, no counselors WE SOME MOTHERFUCKIN’ SCOUNDRELS Trouble recognizes faces, we just give the ending better ratings WE SOME MOTHERFUCKIN’ SCOUNDRELS
