[Intro: Saint La'ron]
Yeah nigga, got it on me in the booth right now nigga
New Glock nigga, all black you know what the fuck goin' on
[Verse 1: Saint La'ron]
Trackhawk jeep it go 200, don't do no walking (Smash)
This nigga hit me for a band, I don't do no talking (Nigga what?)
Stinging, plus that shit for 20 bands, he got that roll off it (Haaaa)
On the phone with B.O.A, I need them bands I did a claim off it (On god)
She gon' fuck on me and then my mans cause we both bosses (Boss)
I be rocking Gucci, you in Vans, yeah this drip flossing
Got a promo and got some iPhones once again, I got a thing for it (Thank you)
Palm Angels on my shirt and [?] cause bitch I drip harder
He spent 40 dollars and he made a 10 (He made a 10?)
Load back up on Genesis, do it again (Back to back)
They say scamming is a sin, forgive me then (Lord forgive me)
Boy you a middleman, you can't even up no 10 (What, what?)
[Verse 2: Homixide]
Aye, pull up to thе bank but nah this ain't no stickup (Nah)
I'm at the ATM just doing a bunch of pickups
Brink trucks, brink trucks, yeah that's me (Yеah, that's me)
I just pulled off on the Kalb County PD (Skrrr)
Finna ball on 'em like we dressing out for P.E (Ball on 'em)
Everytime I make a play, it's like I score a TD (Score a TD)
We be blowing money fast, feeling like Big Meech (Free Big Meech)
Choppa bullets on his ass, he look like swish cheese (Brr Brr Brr)
Brand new benz, I just might punch some more antiques for my granny
Brodie call and tryna learn some new techniques to this scamming
Call that bitch back for the pin and drop a 10 in her chicken (Drop a 10 in her chicken)
I just swiped a B&B, I think it's time to go check in
Mixed the BB with the VV's. I just 3D'd my necklace (3D'd)
Let me teach your ass a lesson 'bout the school of finessing (Finessing)
I just ran off on that nigga, know that shit so depressing (Bye Bye)
We done burnt out all the CPN's, we need new addresses
[Verse 3: Saint La'ron]
(Yeah) Hit that row with the pack, gotta get it all (Pack)
Talk to my sack, like what the fuck, I done snort it all (What?)
I be plugged, my phone say he got me some (Eeee)
Tell 'em pull up right now nigga, i'ma buy 'em all
Want some wocky wocky and some Tylenol (Haaaa)
She gave me sloppy toppy, I ain't ask at all (Nahhh)
She just whip that thing out and start going hard
[?]
If I say who you back then I'm doing fraud (Damnnn)
Maybe be like a spaceship and go to mars
Having hella bluefaces, Rich Homie Quan (Cash)
I'm still fighting these cases, I'm out on bond (Dash)
Gucci, Louis and Prada, I got a ton (Yeahhh)
You a fool if you think we not having some
[?], we got on some
How you scammer and you ratting to Avalon? (How?)
Bitch I be dabbing, you know that I'm having some
Put that stick on his ass and I bet he gon' run (Phew)
I be dropping these cheques, man I do it for fun (Cash)
Bitch where that [?], eat 'em right up for lunch
Ran out of [?], nigga went on a hunt
Your bitch she gon' choose on me cause I'm the one
We having tools, nigga wide as [?]
44 on a 20 ounce, nigga I'm done (Drank)
[Verse 4: Homixide]
We come with them sticks just like the motherfucking Navy (Grrr, Bah
Two FN's on me, call them bitches club [?]
Might just come through in your trap, I'm throwing bullets like Brady (I'm throwing bullets like Brad)
UNFINISHED
Yeah nigga, got it on me in the booth right now nigga
New Glock nigga, all black you know what the fuck goin' on
[Verse 1: Saint La'ron]
Trackhawk jeep it go 200, don't do no walking (Smash)
This nigga hit me for a band, I don't do no talking (Nigga what?)
Stinging, plus that shit for 20 bands, he got that roll off it (Haaaa)
On the phone with B.O.A, I need them bands I did a claim off it (On god)
She gon' fuck on me and then my mans cause we both bosses (Boss)
I be rocking Gucci, you in Vans, yeah this drip flossing
Got a promo and got some iPhones once again, I got a thing for it (Thank you)
Palm Angels on my shirt and [?] cause bitch I drip harder
He spent 40 dollars and he made a 10 (He made a 10?)
Load back up on Genesis, do it again (Back to back)
They say scamming is a sin, forgive me then (Lord forgive me)
Boy you a middleman, you can't even up no 10 (What, what?)
[Verse 2: Homixide]
Aye, pull up to thе bank but nah this ain't no stickup (Nah)
I'm at the ATM just doing a bunch of pickups
Brink trucks, brink trucks, yeah that's me (Yеah, that's me)
I just pulled off on the Kalb County PD (Skrrr)
Finna ball on 'em like we dressing out for P.E (Ball on 'em)
Everytime I make a play, it's like I score a TD (Score a TD)
We be blowing money fast, feeling like Big Meech (Free Big Meech)
Choppa bullets on his ass, he look like swish cheese (Brr Brr Brr)
Brand new benz, I just might punch some more antiques for my granny
Brodie call and tryna learn some new techniques to this scamming
Call that bitch back for the pin and drop a 10 in her chicken (Drop a 10 in her chicken)
I just swiped a B&B, I think it's time to go check in
Mixed the BB with the VV's. I just 3D'd my necklace (3D'd)
Let me teach your ass a lesson 'bout the school of finessing (Finessing)
I just ran off on that nigga, know that shit so depressing (Bye Bye)
We done burnt out all the CPN's, we need new addresses
[Verse 3: Saint La'ron]
(Yeah) Hit that row with the pack, gotta get it all (Pack)
Talk to my sack, like what the fuck, I done snort it all (What?)
I be plugged, my phone say he got me some (Eeee)
Tell 'em pull up right now nigga, i'ma buy 'em all
Want some wocky wocky and some Tylenol (Haaaa)
She gave me sloppy toppy, I ain't ask at all (Nahhh)
She just whip that thing out and start going hard
[?]
If I say who you back then I'm doing fraud (Damnnn)
Maybe be like a spaceship and go to mars
Having hella bluefaces, Rich Homie Quan (Cash)
I'm still fighting these cases, I'm out on bond (Dash)
Gucci, Louis and Prada, I got a ton (Yeahhh)
You a fool if you think we not having some
[?], we got on some
How you scammer and you ratting to Avalon? (How?)
Bitch I be dabbing, you know that I'm having some
Put that stick on his ass and I bet he gon' run (Phew)
I be dropping these cheques, man I do it for fun (Cash)
Bitch where that [?], eat 'em right up for lunch
Ran out of [?], nigga went on a hunt
Your bitch she gon' choose on me cause I'm the one
We having tools, nigga wide as [?]
44 on a 20 ounce, nigga I'm done (Drank)
[Verse 4: Homixide]
We come with them sticks just like the motherfucking Navy (Grrr, Bah
Two FN's on me, call them bitches club [?]
Might just come through in your trap, I'm throwing bullets like Brady (I'm throwing bullets like Brad)
UNFINISHED
( Homixide )
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