CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Scam Stars
Marc Boomin, I miss you
Let's get a bag
b*t*h, yeah, yeah, sh*ttyBoyz
Real ratchet, twelve hundred on some jean
Bad habits, another band on my feet
Get my d**k sucked, pulling up on fiends
f**k the trap, n***a, Tron got me scamming all week, ayy
Real ratchet, twelve hundred on some jean
Bad habits, another band on my feet
Get my d**k sucked, pulling up on fiends
f**k the trap, n***a, Tron got me scamming all week, n***a
Off-White tee from Loose Canon with the polka dots
Me and JR, we all-stars, catch us throwing lobs
b*t*h said I ain't the Punch God? Think she smoking rocks
Scam vet but still can make the [?] and the soda lock
I don't need seasoning but n***as throwing salt
Throw a [?] bullеt at his head, that's gon' throw him off
I got a b*t*h who got a n***a that just blow her off
I sell blow and soft, Dior hoodiе really soft
Luka Trončić, it's a bucket when I dribble through
Price firm, when I say that sh*t, it ain't no wiggle room
Talking 'bout a dime? At the best, you a nickel, boo
High as hell, the Zaza Man brought some Skittles through
JR Porziņģis, b*t*h, I'm tall and be slanging
Shooter, that be banging, in Dallas, get my chain lit
Keep dope and hoes with the same leg
Is it wrong for me to want the brain till you braindead?
Four hundred for the zip up, I got a shark on me
I'll run it up through a charley horse, b*t*h, I'm hardbodied
2021s, it ain't no keys when we start Masi
If I ain't get no giffies then that b*t*h use the card sloppy
n***as beefing with theyself, ol' finished-ass
My old hoes need Pull-Ups, they p*ssy-ass
Fifty thousand in the messenger, this a sh*tty bag
If I don't call habibi then it's [?] he gon' blast some sh*t
Pouring Wocky in exotic pops, this how rappers live
sh*ttyBoyz, 2022, we gon' have matching kits
Jugg Messiah, if she say I'm not, that sh*t blasphemous
Somehow I'm not in jail, this miraculous
My brother smacked in the shell off the Actavis
JR chopped [?] do a backers slip
So, n***a, shut the f**k up, you not a activist
All this rap money that I made, mama mad I swipe
Call of Duty sh*t, choppa got a holographic sight
On my way to pour up, I had to stop and grab a Sprite
Vin Diesel through the hood, won't catch me stopping at a light
Real ratchet, twelve hundred on some jean
Bad habits, another band on my feet
Get my d**k sucked, pulling up on fiends
f**k the trap, n***a, Tron got me scamming all week, ayy
Real ratchet, twelve hundred on some jean
Bad habits, another band on my feet
Get my d**k sucked, pulling up on fiends
f**k the trap, n***a, Tron got me scamming all week, n***a
Yeah, you gotta jam it till it beep
Huh, you gotta jam it till it beep
Yeah, you gotta jam it till it beep
Call up Art, we been scamming all week, ayy
sh*ttyBoyz
Let's get a bag
b*t*h, yeah, yeah, sh*ttyBoyz
Real ratchet, twelve hundred on some jean
Bad habits, another band on my feet
Get my d**k sucked, pulling up on fiends
f**k the trap, n***a, Tron got me scamming all week, ayy
Real ratchet, twelve hundred on some jean
Bad habits, another band on my feet
Get my d**k sucked, pulling up on fiends
f**k the trap, n***a, Tron got me scamming all week, n***a
Off-White tee from Loose Canon with the polka dots
Me and JR, we all-stars, catch us throwing lobs
b*t*h said I ain't the Punch God? Think she smoking rocks
Scam vet but still can make the [?] and the soda lock
I don't need seasoning but n***as throwing salt
Throw a [?] bullеt at his head, that's gon' throw him off
I got a b*t*h who got a n***a that just blow her off
I sell blow and soft, Dior hoodiе really soft
Luka Trončić, it's a bucket when I dribble through
Price firm, when I say that sh*t, it ain't no wiggle room
Talking 'bout a dime? At the best, you a nickel, boo
High as hell, the Zaza Man brought some Skittles through
JR Porziņģis, b*t*h, I'm tall and be slanging
Shooter, that be banging, in Dallas, get my chain lit
Keep dope and hoes with the same leg
Is it wrong for me to want the brain till you braindead?
Four hundred for the zip up, I got a shark on me
I'll run it up through a charley horse, b*t*h, I'm hardbodied
2021s, it ain't no keys when we start Masi
If I ain't get no giffies then that b*t*h use the card sloppy
n***as beefing with theyself, ol' finished-ass
My old hoes need Pull-Ups, they p*ssy-ass
Fifty thousand in the messenger, this a sh*tty bag
If I don't call habibi then it's [?] he gon' blast some sh*t
Pouring Wocky in exotic pops, this how rappers live
sh*ttyBoyz, 2022, we gon' have matching kits
Jugg Messiah, if she say I'm not, that sh*t blasphemous
Somehow I'm not in jail, this miraculous
My brother smacked in the shell off the Actavis
JR chopped [?] do a backers slip
So, n***a, shut the f**k up, you not a activist
All this rap money that I made, mama mad I swipe
Call of Duty sh*t, choppa got a holographic sight
On my way to pour up, I had to stop and grab a Sprite
Vin Diesel through the hood, won't catch me stopping at a light
Real ratchet, twelve hundred on some jean
Bad habits, another band on my feet
Get my d**k sucked, pulling up on fiends
f**k the trap, n***a, Tron got me scamming all week, ayy
Real ratchet, twelve hundred on some jean
Bad habits, another band on my feet
Get my d**k sucked, pulling up on fiends
f**k the trap, n***a, Tron got me scamming all week, n***a
Yeah, you gotta jam it till it beep
Huh, you gotta jam it till it beep
Yeah, you gotta jam it till it beep
Call up Art, we been scamming all week, ayy
sh*ttyBoyz
