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Let's go Fuckin' wit da scammers, we gon' make the bank go on alert Fuckin' wit da circle, we gon' put yo partner on his shirt Feelin' kinda evil, I should probly go and pray today Feelin kinda trap, bitch, I might go and catch a play today Fuckin' wit da scammers, I fucked 'round and caught another play Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smushed another day Soon, the bitch get cuffy like she love me, find another bae They know we 'bout action, I'm still packin' like a runaway Bulletproof Durango truck inside the hood, don't shoot at me My young thug, he a gunna to the opps but he's still pushin Ps Bitch, quit tryna act like you ain't fuckin, let that pussy breathe Sold that hoe some cookie smoke, she gave up her cookie tree We ain't tryna cook a key, my bro rich off of trees only Fucked up, we ain't givin' fronts "You still ain't sold that weed, Smokey?" Make this shit athletic like recess, you try to swing on me Bitches balance must be off, the way they tryna lean on me Bought so much designer, I fuck 'round, still bring some Yeezy's out She told me to leave it in, back then they tried to leave me out Did some dirt inside the streets, some niggas tryna see me bout We can do some punchin' but, right after, Imma squeeze and clap I'm on my way to a payment, still can't relate to a statement Lil Quincho came from the pavement, these niggas got me mistaken My youngins slide with the quickness to shock a nigga like rainin' I'm stackin, trackin' my bacon These different foreigns when I'm racin' (Let's go) Fuckin' wit da scammers, we gon' make the bank go on alert Fuckin' wit da circle, we gon' put yo partner on his shirt Feelin' kinda evil, I should probly go and pray today Feelin kinda trap, bitch, I might go and catch a play today Fuckin' wit da scammers, I fucked 'round and caught another play Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smushed another day Soon, the bitch get cuffy like she love me, find another bae They know we 'bout action, I'm still packin' like a runaway Had to grab another phone, my last droid was hot as fuck Had to grab another broad, my last vibe was too stuck up Might go start a navy fed and have Lil Juney fill it up A red eye and a cullinan, you know I like to mix it up I get money 50 different ways, my sources never dry Keep that nigga out the spot today, 'cus he ain't have his fire The streets ain't for you niggas, go to college, nigga, hit DeVry Clip a nigga with this .45, I'm feelin' like Hawaii Count up 80, watchin HBO, that's just some petty shit Go and get a SBA or PPP, quit beggin' bitch Tryna take the easy route, the internet providin' for him Feelin' kinda paranoid, so everyday I'm buyin guns Tell yo bitch quit starin', 'fore I take her to my residence Hangin' with these wolves in the jungle, that's my element Everything, I got it from the streets, ain't get no settlement No we not alike, me and you, it's different specimens Tryna stop the schemin' but I'm halfing it, it pay too much All these diamonds on me, she gon fuck, ain't gotta say too much (Let's go) Fuckin' wit da scammers, we gon' make the bank go on alert Fuckin' wit da circle, we gon' put yo partner on his shirt Feelin' kinda evil, I should probly go and pray today Feelin kinda trap, bitch, I might go and catch a play today Fuckin' wit da scammers, I fucked 'round and caught another play Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smushed another day Soon, the bitch get cuffy like she love me, find another bae They know we 'bout action, I'm still packin' like a runaway
Writer(s): Shama Joseph, Tysen Bolding, David Morse, Quinlan Mcafee, John Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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