Scrimmage (feat. Lil & Duece)

Ayy, dirty money on me, I'm still fresh as fuck

Prada kicks on ****, I ain't have to lace them up

Put a band on yo head **** I can't make this up

Hang up on that bitch **** he wasn't sayin' much

Pull up with a stick, but where the hockey puck, scratch that

I just ran him over, now he lookin like a flat Jack

I just put a couple hunnids in my backpack

Put a 30 on the board and tell that ****, match that

Hol on, had to snap back, runnin' up that paper

I ain't even on my last lap

48 hours, **** I ain't take no cat nap

Talkin bout that little shit, boy yeah I'm past that

Snakes up in the grass, fuck it, go and set that rat trap

Talk it you don't live it ****, stop with that rap cap

****, that's facts, **** that's the truth

My little **** shoot n steal man he should've hooped

Blood did that dumb shit, kick him out the loop

Yeah, that nigg a really a nerd, he just actin' cool

40 shell, real hot, make him turn blue

This a real heat blow a **** straight out them shoes

This the real Mack, I'm the one, but I'm still the deuce

If I seem drowsy right now bitch I'm off the juice

But I'm speakin the truth, this a still clip

Sound of this bitch make you do a full sprint

Sha'Carri Richardson, down south, bitch, says she was from Minden

I'll be back in a minute bitch I'll hit you when I'm finished

You ain't even got that pape, why you out here tryna spend it

I can get for the low, but I gotta tax you interest

No bad blood it's just business

And stop talkin to these little ass boys they don't listen

Ayy, yeah, I really ball, no scrimmage

How you talkin bout the game, but you ain't gettin' no minutes

You wanna ball then get it it ain't hard just live it

I like money, sex, and drugs, and the finest of women

You spend yo money on hoes, I spend my money on clothes

You know the gualup comin' different cause my wallet don't fold

I'm in dat Dodge or a Rolls, I see the cops then I go

Now watch me take them on a chase because they movin' too slow, ****

Let me hear that