Scram

Lyrics
[Chorus] I just called my nigga Bill, he'll kill your ass for real He don't even need a sniper, nigga got a lot of skill He gon' kill you with your hands after we gon' do a dance Bitch, you gotta go, bitch, you gotta scram Real hood big mama used to make spam Told him I don't wanna fuck today, I got cramps Nigga thought that I was outside, hoe ain't know I was in the booth You lie to me but I don't lie to you, so I'ma tell the truth [Verse 1] I don't never run into you broke bitches at the bank And I ain't never seen him gettin' money, niggas on the plane I see you sign a deal and all the label gave you was a chain The bar is [?] If we doin' tit for tat, you know you ain't finna win [?] you will never win The only thing a nigga еver tell me was to nеver trust Robbin' niggas made me paranoid, so I can't be on snooze [Pre-Chorus] [?] demons comin' at me left and right, I'm stayin' on my toes And them bitches curved you [?] you ain't even got no hoes You startin' beef, bitch, you ain't finna finish shit You ain't into [?], you ain't really 'bout shit [Chorus] I just called my nigga Bill, he'll kill your ass for real He don't even need a sniper, nigga got a lot of skill He gon' kill you with your hands after we gon' do a dance Bitch, you gotta go, bitch, you gotta scram Real hood big mama used to make spam Told him I don't wanna fuck today, I got cramps Nigga thought that I was outside, hoe ain't know I was in the booth You lie to me but I don't lie to you, so I'ma tell the truth [Verse 2] Mighta spaz on you one time, but I ain't mad I said I got a temper, 'bout to fuck you, make you mad [?] now I'm kinda sad If you ain't goin [?] I got every reason to be mad Ya hear my supersoaker had me moanin' like Myrtle You fuck me on my period and I lose [?] [Pre-Chorus] [?] demons comin' at me left and right, I'm stayin' on my toes And them bitches curved you [?] you ain't even got no hoes You startin' beef, bitch, you ain't finna finish shit You ain't into [?], you ain't really 'bout shit [Chorus] I just called my nigga Bill, he'll kill your ass for real He don't even need a sniper, nigga got a lot of skill He gon' kill you with your hands after we gon' do a dance Bitch, you gotta go, bitch, you gotta scram Real hood big mama used to make spam Told him I don't wanna fuck today, I got cramps Nigga thought that I was outside, hoe ain't know I was in the booth You lie to me but I don't lie to you, so I'ma tell the truth
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