Scam GPS

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] (It's Bluestrip, baby) Yeah, ha-ha [Verse: BabyTron, StanWill & TrDee] Yeah, okay, let me catch the beat On a scam trip, won't stop till the quest complete Blocky-ass blue Balenciagas, I got Tetris feet Told the bitch suck my dick till the soul exit me Caught a first class trip to Cali with a extra seat She ain't gotta beat it, you can tell she really feeling me Feel like Derrick Henry, made a thigh pad in Tennessee Hoodie say "Friends", got a Glock for my enemies Met a lil' bitch from the Saks, she on balls now Walked in with the racks, could'vе bought the mall out You ain't do no balling, you just probably took the ball out Pull up to her crib to rеally only knock her walls out Three-five after three-five, I might fall out Walking in with a fake check, might have to jog out Think I got a scam GPS, I took the fraud route They gon' have to hopscotch his corpse, got him chalked out Bitch told me she don't suck dick, I damn near walked out Caught a play out in the A, I'm like a hawk now I'm thinking 'bout how many jacks I caught, I done lost count Off-White sneaks, scuff 'em once, they get tossed out I ain't have shit, funny how it shit I talk now Fuck yo lil' Scat, Dre Tracking, get it hawked down Tryna dap me up like I forgot when they talk down Number one rule with these hoes, you do not hound Either punching in the booth or somewhere punching up a card Bitch, I'm blowing real za, I'm floating up there with the stars When you was little playing house, I was running in the yard Think I popped a V pill, bitch, I'm coming twice as hard Brodie on the block and he ain't nothing like a guard Think I'm kinda weird, thumbing through it make me hard Real life GTA, bust you jumping out the car Yeah, you can use yo feet but you ain't running off that far You might think he is but, nah, they ain't dripping sauce like ours I'm in the wrong pocket at the strip, I got to tossing cards You really let that nigga think he crazy? He ain't even hard You are not a killer if you scared to end up with a charge Off-Wheezy on the shirt made by Abloh Getting top in the whip, top gone, my socks gone All this Bitcoin, I could fuck around and stock broke On the West gunslinging, shoot him out his poncho [Outro: TrDee] Shoot him out his poncho Bitch, I got more cheese than a nacho Yeah, like, yeah Nigga, swear to