Taygo - Scammrs Lyrics

Man the coupe so fast
Man we on his ass
Dropped her for a bag
I just popped a perc
It got me geeked up
Imma hit you with this choppa
You gon freeze up
Cooling with my best friend its a Smith n Wesson
I just wake up everyday
And I count my blessings
Sotho nigga getting paid
Yeah we getting paid
Making money everyday
I swear its a blessing
Praising the percs, perc religion
I'm a producer but I'm still here rapping
I got arrested I swear I'm not capping
I'm with your bitch and she told me what happened
She told me you talk on the net but you capping
Killing these niggas like Jeffrey Dahmer
Ride in the coupe, this ain't no Impala
Talk on the net but you won't get active
I'm in the streets but you moving real passive
When I die, put me in a Rick Owen casket
Sipping on lean, my liver is damaged
We got a drop on the opps, send a package
Heart like a padlock, 21 Savage
Only for rapping shit, I got a passion
ACOG scope, It hit that maggot
Wake up the first thing I'm counting is mula
Yeah we keep sticks, like Bktherula
I keep a stick on the side like a tutor
Bullets they f*ck up his brain, make a tumor
F*ck the past I look at my future
I'm in WW2 with the Ruger
F*ck on that bitch then I call up an uber
I don't trust that nigga he telling the rumors
Give him 3 points on his head like Bermuda
I'm moving with killers, I'm moving with shooters
Don't play with your life, you might just lose it
I'm hitting that gas, I'm not talking bout Hookah
I had a dream, I'm not talking bout Luther
Bullets they line up his head like a ruler
Hop out the cut and I hit a maneuver
Hop in your house, there's a home intruder
They told me stop the scamming
I can't boy its who I am
Riding with a big mac
I can get your shit wacked
For a bag or sumn
Geeked up off of all the drugs
Still man I can't feel my lungs
... yeah he tote his pole
Peter yeah he tote it too
Ishe be my lil bro
But he keep that f*cking tool
But Tumi man he judge the scams
Liam be my f*cking mans
Josi be my f*cking bro
Buyi keep that f*cking pole