Scam Vet

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TrDee - Rap, Detroit Rap

Scam Vet

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[Intro] Room full of baddies, I must be in— yeah Room full of baddies, I must— (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) [Verse] Room full of baddies, I might be in heaven I don't fuck with 12 like I stayed eleven Dropped out of college, had a better route Only want the green, only worried about my brussels sprout Turnin' in Jack, sellin' clones, I'm a scam vet Bro, you know these bitches come last, where your head at? Mine's in the game, I've been ready since the shooter round Bitch, it's on sight when I see you, don't carе who around Baby, what you want? We be livin' free Bitch, you know my name, thеy ain't real as me Had to take neph' out the kitchen, he couldn't take the heat You already know this bitch fire, Danny did the beat Grindin' for them Benjies, I'm a blue fiend Took his lil' bitch and taught her new things Really ballin' now, it's just crazy I had hoop dreams We are not kids, tryna fight, then we shooting 7.62s or them .223s Yeah, I heard your song, it was make believe Please don't tell me no, you gon' make me cheap In this world, you a wolf or you gon' be a sheep Late-night cruisin', I might do the dash In the club throwin' racks and I'm grabbin' ass Think this bitch make lovin' 'cause she's super bad Please tell me what you got, don't care what you have Weed really loud, smellin' through the pack Seen how they was actin', had to watch my back A real loyal bitch, I ain't heard of that Pull up with two straps, Steve Urkel back You can catch me in Adidas like I'm D.M.C We gon' catch him unexpected like we TMZ Only want the neck, tryna tell her she can't be with me Boo, it's a lock on my heart, nobody got the key She was actin' shy, I gave her lick and told her loosen up Whole gang lit, you see us out and don't know who is up Niggas fallin' off they own wave, runnin' out of luck You would think I'm Giannis 'cause I only care about my bucks You ain't gotta worry, I'ma ball 'til I can't breathe Had to tell myself it ain't nothin' that I can't achieve They don't really cheer when you losin', had to take the lead You gon' catch them 7.62s, I don't bob and weave Shoot you like a cameraman, boy, take a pose I could never ever quit, I feel like Derrick Rose I told her I'm like Danny Glover, I be playin' roles I swear this bitch a nice seven and she swear she cold Hm, you was never that, and you never will Off the lick, he be trippin', Stan got a chill Only motivation, keep grindin' 'til I got a deal 'Til I'm living good and my pockets look like Uncle Phil [Outro] Look like Uncle Phil I'ma keep grindin' 'til I got a deal Sh, sh, sh ShittyBoyz

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