We Don't Scam
Peezy
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(Okay, KMoney) Dope boys, no scammin' on my section Ayy, can you yeah, okay (This that Ghetto Boyz, IUR, Wavy Gang MCB shit) (This that motherfuckin' One Mob shit We on that Oakland shit, Detroit niggas) Ayy Fell down, but I'm back on my two feet again (My two feet again) If rap fail, I'ma go buy me two keys again (Two bricks) i'm back at home and I'm back Lockin' up the streets again (And I'm back) If you ain't with me, nigga You may never eat again (Uh, huh) Long live my nigga Soda 'til we meet again (My dog) Watch your dog, uh, catch me if I fall, uh (Catch me if I fall) Free my nigga, I pick up soon as he call, uh (Pick up) He just wanna hear stories 'bout how I ball Uh (Hey, hey) I make it look easy, this shit was hard Though (This shit was hard, nigga) The streets left me scarred and They broke my heart too (They broke my heart) Found out my ex-bitch was Fuckin' with my mans (Damn) And he ain't even come tell me I found out through the 'Gram (Hold up, bruh) Was sick for a minute, you still my dog Though (You still my nigga, though) No love for these bitches That's why I dog hoes (F*ck a bitch) I grew up in them trenches That's what we call home (yeah) Where niggas' mamas used to say "My son can't hang around y'all" (Uh, huh) Yeah, I done did some shit I can't come back from (Nah) Fucked up my whole damn bag Had to get back up (Had to get back up) I done got into it with niggas Ain't call for backup (I didn't) They ain't wanna give us respect We had to whack somethin' Used to buy dope from OGs They tried to tax me (They tried to tax me) Used to try to hit up them Hoes, they ain't hit back, e (Damn) now when we pop out at the club They think we athletes (Ballin') Now I hit these hoes with two rubbers They wanna trap me (Uh) Yeah, all I ask is that you Keep it G no matter what (Keep it gangster) If that's too much to ask for, my G Then get the f*ck Ain't see me when I was down Now you can't see me 'cause I'm up (Nope) You only come around when it's convenient That ain't love (Boy) Had to get it how I live, that was in blood Yeah (That was in blood) Bloody double cup of red, we call that mud Yeah (We call that mud) F*ck that blood shit, I fell out with my cuz Yeah (F*ck my cuz) Don't give a f*ck, you take from Me, I crack your skull, yeah Chrome Heart glasses on my face You see the skull heads (You see that shit) She wanna take the whole thing Come ride a bull, yeah (Hey, hey) New Rich Porter out the D, I'm paid in full Yeah (I'm paid in full) Put on for the 6, I'm like Chapo in my hood Yeah (Uh) They told me I can't hang around no felons Huh? (Damn) They told me I can't be around no weapons Naw better not catch you pussy boys Off in my section, naw (Nigga) neck so fuckin' froze, caught a Cold wearin' my necklace, dog (Shit) Pull up with my shooter, let him test it out (Let him test it) He nodded off with one eye closed It must be Fetty Wap phone ringin' My bitch ask me who I'm textin' now (Hello?) My Mexican He on his way up here from Texas now (I'm waitin' on you) Retired from sellin' dope It wasn't no exit route (It wasn't no end route) Now I get paid to rap On stage, that's a blessing, huh? (We in now) she fucked me and just left Ain't even tell me bye (Why?) You hate me for no fuckin' reason Can't even tell me why (Broke boy) I done been frontline so many Times and I ain't lyin' (yeah) Been through hell and back But no complaints, and I ain't cryin' (Real nigga) bought so many watches I can't keep up with the time (Shit) Had so many cars that I don't Know what else to drive (Hey, hey) Ain't got too many friends 'cause I ain't friendly, bitch (Naw, I ain't friendly, bitch) Boy, go read my file, I stand on business Bitch (Stand on business, bitch) I send a hit 'bout David Wesson, that's my nigga, bitch (That's my nigga, bitch) Went and got them M's and brought 'em right back to the trenches, bitch (Hey, hey) stack it to the ceiling Can't afford to take no days off I'm tryna get it nodded in the trap I woke up and seen my skizzy And like sixty-two grams in My twelve-twelve skinnies Flip phone hangin' 'round my neck Carhartt on in a blizzard That's what we wear when we get busy Pull up on the block Hit the lights and park the van That's my white boy, he pay One-twenty for a gram, ayy We sell weed and we don't scam, bitch We sell dope, no, we don't scam, yeah In my section, I'm the man, yeah Don't make me bust your motherfuckin' head Woo
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