Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Tay, run that shit back) [Verse 1: ScammLikeelyy] You wanna hit me up for scams? Hit my Telegram Or you can DM your number on my Instagram I got 'em sendin' logins to get some bands I just split through a fifty, that's with my mans I can trust him with the cash 'cause he gettin' bands I see a nigga walkin' up, but it's just a fan I can show you how to order phones off a different plan They just sent SSN, I just found a ham Everybody say I'm taxin', I'm Uncle Sam Everybody know Boogz, I know Destin Graham [Verse 2: MBK Boogz] A lot of people think they know me, only know my first name OG hate I scam 'cause this nigga love the dope game When that new package came in, I bought some Dolces I can make a nigga savings, all I need is four days So I packed up my bag, then I got up in that whip Man, I lovе makin' money, so I stay takin' trips If you got good business credit, wе can benefit Hit the clerk for five times, bet that bitch had a fit [Verse 3: Dee Grant] Okay, nigga, you ain't really lit, huh Pop a Perc', then smoke a Black, I gotta shit On the road, tryna pop a clerk like a zit This a Palm Angel joggie, I'm just fresh, tryna get fit You just rappin', you just actin', you ain't trappin', huh? I got E with me right now, so you can tap in now How you trappin', you can't even cop you more than five? I'm in T-Mobile just tryna get me twenty lines [Verse 4: Babyfxce E] Baby micro Drac', give me twenty-five Throw a party in the stu', we need twenty lines Come tap in with the phones, I got twenty lines We ain't got a hundred-eighty blicks, but we got twenty 9s Yeah, talkin' 'bout them handguns Bro got hit and still upped the score, he got an and-one Lil' bro done tried shootin' blick, tryna blam somethin' I ain't take a trip in two weeks, we need to plan somethin' Yeah, need to hit the interstate She suck me up and got the nerve to ask me, "How you feelin', Fxce?" I ain't even touch a million yet, so I ain't feelin' great Pass me another cup of lean so I can fill my face