No Scrubs (feat. Ib Mattic)
Gotta opp thot bitch she sending the drop out
Blow me a bag start bringing the knots out
Talk out his neck so we sending them shots out
Trap on the block we don't care if the cops out
BB the belt niggas stare when I pop out
Uggnh
Nigga switch up he get swapped out
Brodie staring too long take a picture get cropped out
Tell me lil bro you gon step or get stomped out?
We forty deep in this party you know ain't packing him
Moving tact it cannot be no lack in him
I gotta temper I grew around savages
But it keep me alive I ain't mad at it
He gotta problem okay throw a bag at it
I know she just want love but I'm bad at it
I gotta get it I came from not having it
Lil baby a baddie I'm bagging it
Huh
Big body coupe I'm in back of it
I could clear out a room like my first name houdini
I tap on my hat like a magic trick
Like I told 'em to stop with that cappin'
And you know that we all about action
I could turn your lil squad to a fraction
You know exactly
How we reacted
He said it's up?
Okay then we dragged it
Gotta opp thot bitch she sending the drop out
Blow me a bag start bringing the knots out
Talk out his neck so we sending them shots out
Trap on the block we don't care if the cops out
BB the belt niggas stare when I pop out
Uggnh
Nigga switch up he get swapped out
Brodie staring too long take a picture get cropped out
Tell me Lil bro you gon step or get stomped out?
Blow me a bag start bringing the knots out
Talk out his neck so we sending them shots out
Trap on the block we don't care if the cops out
BB the belt niggas stare when I pop out
Uggnh
Nigga switch up he get swapped out
Brodie staring too long take a picture get cropped out
Tell me lil bro you gon step or get stomped out?
We forty deep in this party you know ain't packing him
Moving tact it cannot be no lack in him
I gotta temper I grew around savages
But it keep me alive I ain't mad at it
He gotta problem okay throw a bag at it
I know she just want love but I'm bad at it
I gotta get it I came from not having it
Lil baby a baddie I'm bagging it
Huh
Big body coupe I'm in back of it
I could clear out a room like my first name houdini
I tap on my hat like a magic trick
Like I told 'em to stop with that cappin'
And you know that we all about action
I could turn your lil squad to a fraction
You know exactly
How we reacted
He said it's up?
Okay then we dragged it
Gotta opp thot bitch she sending the drop out
Blow me a bag start bringing the knots out
Talk out his neck so we sending them shots out
Trap on the block we don't care if the cops out
BB the belt niggas stare when I pop out
Uggnh
Nigga switch up he get swapped out
Brodie staring too long take a picture get cropped out
Tell me Lil bro you gon step or get stomped out?
Credits
Writer(s): Shahid Hamilton
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