[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
(Is this a scam?)
[Verse 1: ScammLikeelyy]
I'm out in H-Town with AllStar JR
I just bust this clerk twice, hit her with a fake card
This bitch thought that I was scammin', hit her with my bank card
This bitch out at my crib and she ain't know I stay far
I could show you how to scam, join the Telegram
My music for the niggas loadin' banks and sellin' grams
You want a one-on-one session, gotta pay a grand
I could show you where to send the phones, they gon' pay a grand
I'm a walking trade line, do you understand?
I can show you how to get some money if you got some bands
I just fucked this bad bitch, but she got a man
Just got some money out a bank 'cause I had a plan
I'm out in Texas lookin' for a plug, do you got some sand?
You ever heat the white up in the pot and thеn make it tan?
My white boy keep the green, hе like Peter Pan
The way I count the money up now, I don't need my hands
[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
Your bitch so broke, can't sell her pussy, shit ain't even worth it
Nigga lame, want some clout, go commit a murder
Fully-grown dork actin' like he out here servin'
Just a lil' bitty coward, dog ain't even got no courage
Drive a thousand miles if they wanna spend some thousands
Sellin' shit you never owned, DJ Envy housin'
I just sold a quarter-pound in front of Benihanas
Topless, five Cubans, eatin' chicken, latest Bentley model
Got some niggas from the city, they been gettin' deals
Got a play in Mississippi, they been gettin' pills
Got a nigga down in Houston, we been gettin' skril'
Say he need a hundred pints now, nigga, here a seal
I walk up in that booth and give these people no cap
That pussy fire, I'm the nigga you should show that
I love them foreigns, nine hundred for my floor mats
I'll take a bitch up out the hood and make her go back, Bag Life
(Enrgy made this one)
(Is this a scam?)
[Verse 1: ScammLikeelyy]
I'm out in H-Town with AllStar JR
I just bust this clerk twice, hit her with a fake card
This bitch thought that I was scammin', hit her with my bank card
This bitch out at my crib and she ain't know I stay far
I could show you how to scam, join the Telegram
My music for the niggas loadin' banks and sellin' grams
You want a one-on-one session, gotta pay a grand
I could show you where to send the phones, they gon' pay a grand
I'm a walking trade line, do you understand?
I can show you how to get some money if you got some bands
I just fucked this bad bitch, but she got a man
Just got some money out a bank 'cause I had a plan
I'm out in Texas lookin' for a plug, do you got some sand?
You ever heat the white up in the pot and thеn make it tan?
My white boy keep the green, hе like Peter Pan
The way I count the money up now, I don't need my hands
[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
Your bitch so broke, can't sell her pussy, shit ain't even worth it
Nigga lame, want some clout, go commit a murder
Fully-grown dork actin' like he out here servin'
Just a lil' bitty coward, dog ain't even got no courage
Drive a thousand miles if they wanna spend some thousands
Sellin' shit you never owned, DJ Envy housin'
I just sold a quarter-pound in front of Benihanas
Topless, five Cubans, eatin' chicken, latest Bentley model
Got some niggas from the city, they been gettin' deals
Got a play in Mississippi, they been gettin' pills
Got a nigga down in Houston, we been gettin' skril'
Say he need a hundred pints now, nigga, here a seal
I walk up in that booth and give these people no cap
That pussy fire, I'm the nigga you should show that
I love them foreigns, nine hundred for my floor mats
I'll take a bitch up out the hood and make her go back, Bag Life
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