Rolling Loud

Album cover art for "Rolling Loud" by ScammLikeelyy & Iz Bo & Baglife Tee

ScammLikeelyy & Iz Bo & Baglife Tee - Rap

Rolling Loud

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[Intro: Iz Bo] Iz Bo [Verse 1: Iz Bo] I ain't nowhere near Miami, but we rolling loud Try to act tough around your family, we close shit down I introduced this bitch to my family, she hold shit down If we walk in with these poles, bet your bro sit down Stan walked in with a pint, that's my focus now I fell in love with weed, we gettin' married, she my closest now I'll beat a bitch down, ain't text back, yeah, I'm ghostin' now Everybody on the ride, so we can't tell who the closest now Treat you like your mama, whip your ass 'cause you was showin' out Niggas think they good through tinted glass, we finna blow it down Baby think the head good 'cause it's fast, I told her slow it down I be smokin' 'za, you smokin' grass, you need to throw it out Pour the Hi-Tech in a glass every time my bougie ho in town I'ma turn around fast, bitch, if you don't drop the lo' in time Everybody got a gun, it ain't no reason for you holdin' mine I'ma let you see my face when I drop you, it ain't no disguise [Verse 2: Scammlikeelyy] I got the chopper shakin' like tambourines Whole city come shop 'cause the raw is clean Niggas know I'ma face, I don't pass the weed I just paid a hundred for an eighth of some rapper weed I'm in line and my nigga came after me On the road, I keep them hitters, they backin' me And I keep an FN on my hip, ain't no jackin' me I got scammers workin' for me like faculty And we all stick together like scamily Add a punch to Apple Pay as a strategy I could bring you back to Earth like gravity Her baby daddy dead broke, that's reality I got a hundred K in cash actually I couldn't cap in my raps, that's factually I'ma run it up and give the money to Majesty I'ma stuff a whole two zips in this grabba leaf [Verse 3: Baglife Tee] Bitch, I be around, I be rollin' out the pound Keep some bad hoes around, finna beat 'em to the ground My nigga out of town, we finna meet at Rolling Loud Where the hoes? I'm finna scout, I'm tryna fuck 'em in the mouth I'm plugged down south, I ain't never seen a drought Niggas know I shoot it out, drop a hundred, then I'm out I hate when niggas talkin' foul, K takin' niggas out My cousin locked, let him out, I hate when niggas chasin' clout

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