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shittyboyz - scam gps lyrics

[verse: babytron, stanwill, & trdee]
yeah, okay, let me catch the beat
on a scam trip, won’t stop till the quest complete
blocky+ass blue balenciagas, i got tetris feet
told the b+tch suck my d+ck till the soul exit me
caught a first class trip to cali with a extra seat
she ain’t gotta beat it, you can tell she really feeling me
feel like derrick henry, made a thigh pad in tennessee
hoodie say “friends”, got a glock for my enemies
met a lil’ b+tch from the saks, she on b+lls now
walked in the racks, could’ve bought the mall out
you ain’t do no balling, you just probably took the ball out
pull up to hеr crib to really only knock her walls out
three five aftеr three five, i might fall out
walking in with a fake check, might have to jog out
think i got a scam gps, i took the fraud route
they gon’ have to hopscotch his corpse, got him choked out
b+tch told me she don’t suck d+ck, i d+mn near walked out
caught a play out in the a, i’m like a hawk now
i’m thinking ’bout how many jacks i caught, i done lost count
off+white sneaks, scuff ’em once, they get tossed out
i ain’t have sh+t, funny how this sh+t i talk now
f+ck yo lil’ scat, dre tracking, get it hawked down
tryna dap me up like i forgot when they talk down
number one rule with these hoes, you do not hound
either punching in the booth or somewhere punching up a card
b+tch, i’m blowing real za, i’m floating up there with the stars
when you was little playing house, i was running in the yard
think i popped a v pill, b+tch, i’m coming twice as hard
brodie on the block and he ain’t nothing like a guard
think i’m kinda weird, thumbing through it make me hard
real life gta, bust you jumping out the car
yeah, you can use yo feet but you ain’t running off that far
you might think that is [?] ain’t dripping sauce like ours
i’m in the wrong pocket at the strip, i got to tossing cards
you really let that n+gga think he crazy? he ain’t even hard
you are not a k!ller if you scared to end up with a charge
off+wheezy on the shirt made by abloh
getting top in the whip, top gone, my socks gone
all this bitcoin, i could f+ck around and stock broke
on the west, gunslinging, shoot him out his poncho
[outro: trdee]
shoot him out his poncho
b+tch, i got more cheese than a nacho
yeah, like, yeah
n+gga, swear to

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