No Scam (feat. YNS Jo)

Turn me down a little bit more
Grrahh

Ohhh this my jam
Ran up a bag now I'm shopping in France
Begging for your life lil nigga no chance you slime on my nigga I'm killing yo mans
Upping this choppa lil nigga gon dance
Whole lotta racks inside of my pants
Flipping this work I ain't fucking with scams
Throwing these bullets got me looking like cam

Ran up them digits I got me a check
Vvs diamonds they on my baguettes
Cuban link sitting it drip on my neck
Bape and Supreme cover all of my chest
You know I pullup in big body Benz
Slide on a nigga then you know the rest
Choppa gon sing then I clean up his mess
Came from the trenches all I know is flex

Oh this my jam
Jewels on my chain have you looking like damn
Ran up my racks so I didn't have to scam
Before I started rap I ain't have no plan
Came from the bottom I don't think they understand
Fazo sent the beat so I gotta go ham
If they want beef bullets flying like cam
I be ballin' like Gurley but I swear I'm not a ram

I been tryna touch this money till my heart start
Told my momma ima put her in a drop top
My life moving like I put it in a stopwatch
I be spazzing throw my beats up in a crockpot

Aye I do it for the slimes
Promise to the hate I don't pay it no mind
If ain't them dollars I don't think I got the time
I know I'm gon make it gotta stay up on my grind

Gotta stay up in my grind
I don't think I got the time
Aye, Aye
Gotta stay up in my grind now
I don't think I got the time now
Yeah I know I'm gon shine now
Aye, Aye
Gotta stay up in my grind

Ohhh this my jam
Ran up a bag now I'm shopping in France
Begging for your life lil nigga no chance, you slime on my nigga I'm killing yo mans
Upping this choppa lil nigga gon dance
Whole lotta racks inside of my pants
Flipping this work I ain't fucking with scams
Throwing these bullets got me looking like cam

Ran up them digits I got me a check
Vvs diamonds they on my baguettes
Cuban link sitting it drip on my neck
Bape and Supreme cover all of my chest
You know I pullup in big body Benz
Slide on a nigga then you know the rest
Choppa gon sing then I clean up his mess
Came from the trenches all I know is flex

I got these racks in my pants
Vv's on me you know that they dance
Keep it O Murda I ain't taking no stand
Fuck on his bitch yeah she know I'm the man
Having my way cause I can
Aye free all my dogs out the jam
Up in the trap I ain't doing no scam
Pull in yo block and we sliding them vans

Know that I roll with them gunna's
Yung Niggas whalling we do what we wanna
I need 100 racks before the summer
I'm in the spot kicking shit like a punter
Bitch I'm a boss and you know you a runner
Right or wrong ima slide by my brother
Got this shit out the mud yeah we come from the gutter
Run up a M give that shit to my mother
You fuck with the opps so I cannot trust you

Serving them jay's my adrenaline rushing
We ain't have a dime we came up from nothing
I got some lil niggas really be thugging
I'm really tryna turn nothing to something
Spending them 50's and saving them 100's
If it ain't about money we changing the subject
Foot on they neck bitch you know how we coming
Ain't have shit in my pocket but now I be thumbing

Ohhh this my jam
Ran up a bag now I'm shopping in France
Begging for your life lil nigga no chance you slime on my nigga I'm killing yo mans
Upping this choppa lil nigga gon dance
Whole lotta racks inside of my pants
Flipping this work I ain't fucking with scams
Throwing these bullets got me looking like cam

Ran up them digits I got me a check
Vvs diamonds they on my baguettes
Cuban link sitting it drip on my neck
Bape and Supreme cover all of my chest
You know I pullup in big body Benz
Slide on a nigga then you know the rest
Choppa gon sing then I clean up his mess
Came from the trenches all I know is flex



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Harris
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