Scamman

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Javar] BandGang You done waitin' [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Send niggas out of town like a field trip Spent your financial aid money on some white sticks Not your ordinary buffs, you see the diamonds in 'em And I ain't gotta work at Chrysler, all my pieces hittin' They counted me out, niggas suck at math I pull up and got that bag like the garbage man Spent a nigga reup money on some sandwich bags Make a lil' over five thousand off of a hundred grams What's ten thousand to a million-dollar nigga? They don't want me to put 'em on, they wanna beef with us Bro'll pull up with them 40s in a Ram pickup Hit him in his back like he got the hiccups I see niggas actin' brand new 'Cause I pull up and get that chicken like a drive-through You know what happened to the last nigga actin' fluke Like he had somethin' in his eyes, got his ass blew [Verse 2: BandGang Jizzle P & BandGang Masoe] Bankroll super sloppy and my brace on fleek Fucked the nigga stash up, that was chain number three Throw that money in the air and watch it shower the freaks And watch 'em scramble for that shit like it ain't nothin' to eat Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, nigga, never that I get them P's flew from Cali, ain't no grabbin' that All this money flowin' in, where I'ma stash it at? Need a raincoat 'cause we done turned this bitch into a mess This Gelato, I'm so gone off this Gelato I done took it to the face, watch me suck me up and swallow Draped in Bathing Ape off these white Balenciagas ScamMan, shit, I crack BINs and I pop bottles I've been runnin' up this bag Ain't thinkin' 'bout these niggas, too focused on this cash Ain't thinkin' 'bout no bitch, I shitted on my last Made it out them feds, now these hoes know where it's at (You know DaDa Winning, nigga) [Verse 3: BandGang Masoe] More money than your pops, nigga, we run shit Crew sharper a lineup, 'll send a blitz The fuck is a thirty-ball? Keep that shit We done spent ass sick when niggas make on OT trips We in traffic with them black MATICs, ain't no backtrackin' 'Less we slide and we miss, you turn, get back at it like a bad habit Yeah, you niggas know it's really up with us Dope so strong, nigga, you can smoke it like some angel dust Pussy, don't get your motherfuckin' partner bust Everybody shootin', it's like my niggas get paid to dunk You probably never made twenty by the afternoon Bro got an AP like Oklahoma coming soon Fool, it ain't no choice but to hide quick Ain't stressin' 'cause them niggas want me dead, but they died, bitch Can flip a switch and make a nigga fold with no hit stick Ain't gang, he can't hang, ain't raw enough for the content Money [Outro] (LiL RoN on the track, boy)