Duffy - Scanner Lyrics

She can keep her gold-digging ass on up the streets for real(On the streets)
Or turn into a soldier, go to school and chase that free career
Red can chase that head she rock the tech she graduate next year
These twin ho's on my body shooed away, pushing final gear
They say Duffy, in his bag that's odee
That's low-key
Charting flights private, out to Japan
Bought a Cuban, I ain't even mean to land
Six stacks spent just on some pants
Designer my tee I'm gon' f*ck up the brand f*ck up some bands f*ck up some M's(what)
Price tag on his head we gon' run him through the scanner
Give a way to meet your maker like I f*cked up Kung Fu Panda
This ho too boujee for these niggas even Casso crashing Bama
Know a bitch who keyed a nigga whip for holding onto panties
This man really stole her slides bro a bitch I guess god damn it
Watching the sunrise hearing lies swear I just wont stand it
What's the word like I went two-tone
Diamonds panoramic
What's the thread like I got new clothes
Twitter's in a frenzy(X, X, X, X)
Bitches in a frenzy, group them up got shawty glazing
I'm gon pass one to the homie Eskimo card scanning
Other homie hit her I ain't know that she was playing
First time that I hit I thought I loved her I was scared
Yeah I was scared, last bitch I loved f*cked another nigga on the camera
I'm at work this bitch gon' call me shared her screen she showing her panties
Swiping over, seen that dick up in her guts I'm starting to panic finna crash out f*ck it
Harold was odee but girl you banned now
You can't come around here no more if you gon lay around
You can't come around here no more cause that's your man now
Don't bring that boy around you know it'll be a man down(Work for Sam now)
You gon call me after f*cking on that rat nigga(F*cking on that rat nigga)
You gon call me after f*cking on that brat nigga(F*cking on that packed nigga)
You gon call me after smoking on that pack with him(Smoking on the pack with him)
She wasn't playing mami kicked you out that trap with him
They called 12 on you, ran away from home you said you knew the way you playing with me
Cheated on me once and we made up you posed to be staying with me
I forgave you for that other shit and this is how you do me, lost your V card on camera
I ain't ever see no shit like that this girl she must be random
Seen that mark up on her titties then I knew it was something she planned
She f*cking niggas out of spite she ain't even trust me now she f*cking on these niggas left to right
And that's for every single I bitch I ever dealt with in my life
I don't know you, and you don't know me
But that's the way that it's got to go
This crown come with heavy gold
The gems come with heavy gold
You know you can't trust these ho's
(You know you can't trust these ho's)
Price Tag on his head, we gon' put him through the scanner
Give a way to meet your maker, like I f*cked up Kung Fu Panda
This ho too bougie for these niggas, even Casso crashing Bama
Know a bitch who keyed a nigga whip for folding onto panties(onto panties)
Bro a bitch I guess God damn it
Sunrise I won't stand it(Won't stand it)
Two-tone panoramic(panoramic)
Panoramic what's the thread like I got new clothes(New Clothes)
Twitter's in a frenzy(That's my X)
Diamonds panoramic(panoramic)
Panoramic(panoramic)
Yeah, yeah yeah