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Scamily Business
by TrillKaze
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It's the summertime, bitches outside
Nigga, we ain't rich yet, we still on the grind
Founder of this shit, no, I ain't hard to find
2 bad biddies on my dickie at the same time
Gotta take them losses to the chin if you wanna ball
I be in the wind when I get a call
I ain't selling waves, this a million dollars worth of sauce
Hard times, grab the soft, gotta get it off
Good numbers, good dope, come catch a bow
Icy nigga, with a icy bitch, don't catch a cold
Ridin' with this heat, windows down, Lord, protect my soul
Lord, protect the real, tell them stop telling and stick to the code
On my granny, granny, I'll never fold
Nigga fell asleep on the play, got his ass Zoed
Ma cleaned out my room while I was gone, found five phones
Gotta watch them, they'll hide their hand after they threw the stone
Gotta look alive, cross state lines
If they caught me with the ahhh, then it's fed time
Hands sweaty as hell, first time riding with a key
Dog nigga, I got all my bitches flea
Don't you see the chains on a nigga? Ain't shit free
Lucid Dreaming still catching calls, tell me what you need
Gotta touch a 20 ball, tryna join the scamily
My brother scammed his grammy, but he told me he won't scam me
Lookin' for a cougar bitch that can get the scripts, Hoe gotta put it in my hands for me to pay them bills
Standing on my price, cheap nigga, I don't cut deals
Nigga's cheap as hell, Id never know how it feels
It's the summertime, bitches outside
Nigga, we ain't rich yet, we still on the grind
Founder of this shit, no, I ain't hard to find
2 bad biddies on my dickie at the same time
Gotta take them losses to the chin if you wanna ball
I be in the wind when I get a call
I ain't selling waves, this a million dollars worth of sauce
Hard times, grab the soft, gotta get it off
Good numbers, good dope, come catch a bow
Icy nigga, with a icy bitch, don't catch a cold
Ridin' with this heat, windows down, Lord, protect my soul
Lord, protect the real, tell them stop telling and stick to the code
On my granny, granny, I'll never fold
Nigga fell asleep on the play, got his ass Zoed
Ma cleaned out my room while I was gone, found five phones
Gotta watch them, they'll hide their hand after they threw the stone
Gotta look alive, cross state lines
If they caught me with the ahhh, then it's fed time
Hands sweaty as hell, first time riding with a key
Dog nigga, I got all my bitches flea
Don't you see the chains on a nigga? Ain't shit free
Lucid Dreaming still catching calls, tell me what you need
Gotta touch a 20 ball, tryna join the scamily
My brother scammed his grammy, but he told me he won't scam me
Lookin' for a cougar bitch that can get the scripts, Hoe gotta put it in my hands for me to pay them bills
Standing on my price, cheap nigga, I don't cut deals
Nigga's cheap as hell, Id never know how it feels
