Mister Scam
ShittyBoyz
Tag what I'm wearing on the 'Gram
On some shit
You better not click on this link
You can't cash this
Steak hibachi when I'm out
told the waiter add shrimp
Jeff a ball hog with the 'Wood
he won't pass it i put it on me I'll send
Dawg to Jesus Christ
My shooter pulling up at dark so
You can see the light
I'm getting it for free
I don't gotta see the price
Tough on the phone but that's alright
We gon' see tonight
Tucked the Visas in the bed
I can't sleep alone
Can't trust a soul so when it's
Beef I'm gon' creep alone
Bro'll shoot yo crib up even
If yo people's home
Just touch downed in feel like
One long stroke and this bitch fell in love
Super senses for the scams
I can smell a jugg
Ain't no proof so how are
You gon' tell the judge?
Used to be a crumb but I
Turned them L's into dubs let's be real
Y'all boys learned a lot from Tron
Slow it down, boy
You only punched some Papa John's
UFC work, got more punches than a octagon
Don't get out of line
I'll make this 40 sing like Chaka Khan
Rest in peace Steve Jobs
Made a killing off you
You better think with yo head before
We peel it off you
Clip hold tornado bullets
Rip the ceiling off you
And if you got good credit
I'ma steal it off you
Last name "Scam", first name "Mister"
I am not yo brother, bitch
You are not my sister
Good Drac'll give a dreadhead a Derek Fisher
Ruth Chris again
I got a fetish with expensive dinner
I made that bitch give me
Neck then get the phones
Left her at the Sprint store
Don't care how she getting home
Chain on my neck
It's tangled up with this minute phone
Eating great, bitch
So don't make me up a dinner roll
Don't ask me how to ball, I am not a trainer
And don't ask me for a solid
You can't get a favor choking on the dick
Bitch said I'm her favorite flavor
Bitch claimed the ShittyBoyz but she
Used to be a hater
She blew me like a candle
Got her Gerald Green on
I'm the one with a thousand
Dollar pair of jeans on
Oh, you a fan? "GameBreaker"
This bitch theme song
Wife who? Bitch, go ahead and get yo dream on
I feel like Klay when he shoot shit
Paul Pierce when I rap, I'm the truth, bitch
You look like Trae Young
How he pull up shooting shit
I'd rather post a scam
You the type to post a mood pic pump faker
You gon' fuck around and draw a foul
Bro'll pull up lifting souls
If you talking down
'Member all them days that I
Used to be in lost-and-found
But that's okay 'cause my
Drip looking awesome now
Bust the first round off the pussy
Feel like Greg Oden
Running up a check for too
Long got my legs swollen
Always been solo, boy
My bike ain't got pegs on it
Take an L and get a dub
You the type to dread on it
We are not kin, cut it out with the acting
Good lil' Nike tech off some Air Maxes
So much ammo in the trunk
Don't need a care package
Told the lil' bitch, "Suck my shit
Just don't stare at it"
I ain't gon' lie, bitch, my trust been gone
You think that bitch loyal? Boy
Them cuffs been gone bitch talking 'bout
"How you fuck this long?"
My off button broke, bitch, my thrust been on
I ball a lot 'cause they
Used to say I couldn't
I do a lot of shit that
My mama said I shouldn't
Put you down for jumping up
So I really wouldn't
BabyTron, I'm next up either way you put it
ShittyBoyz lieutenant, put it on my headstone
Told my bitch I just got it, finna head home
Bitch said I wouldn't be shit
But she dead wrong
Dee throwing E's 'cause he grew
Up in the red zone
ShittyBoyz, yo bitch love them two words
You suck at this rap shit
I know the truth hurts
Couldn't give my all so
I gave her two-thirds
Got a white bitch who make
Plays like she Sue Bird