Mister Scam (feat. BabyTron)

ShittyBoyz Tag what I'm wearing on the 'Gram, on some cash 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 hot how I 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