Bottle Girl Scam

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) Nigga, KrispyLife, bitch Alright, all that dick suckin', pick yo' chin up (We're with white grease today) Ayy [Verse] I really got it off the muscle, I don't do the scams You got thirty plus years old and start doing grams My nigga, where you really from? Nigga, who is your mans? All this clout chasin', I'm startin' to think you a fan Niggas sleepin' with they ass out tryna get clout Nigga said my name, now I gotta reroute I'm outside yo' crib, in the backyard like a treehouse All my jeans a thou-wow, got cuts with the knees out I been that boy, been that dude, I'on need clout Imagine dissin' a nigga that's in yo' dream house You got all bullshit in yo' 'Woods, put that leaf out We finna blitz a nigga crib, we run a five-out K-R-I-S-P, bitch, don't say my name Yo' shit fake, but over here I got a fifty in chains Dropped a Durango then a wide-body, I'm just switchin' lanes .40 like a workout partner, this bitch'll fix yo' frame Stop tryna get clout and go and fix yo' chain That bitch made outta cereal boxes with a drip of rain I shouldn't be doin' this, I ain't got shit to gain I should pop you then make another insurance claim Just to get around rappers, boy, you'll hop and twirl You push bitches out the way, even bottle girls It ain't that serious, my nigga, just wait yo' turn You finna die over two hunnid, I know you hate Big Worm Yo' daddy died, left you a crib, but you ain't pay the taxes Now you wanna fall asleep with yo' pants below yo' asses You won't cut her before you always stopped at Gratiot You won't go inside no club, you is not no savage You a bitch, boy, Gramz ain't finna hold yo' hand You always got on a nigga clothing brand You the type to say that, "I shot but my pole did jam" Should've been born on Thanksgiving, you a whole ham Niggas wish they was me, they wish they had my life I been beatin' shit up, I been earnt my stripes You better chill the fuck out, I know you want yo' life