Bali

Yeah, all these niggas claim they gangster
'Til we show 'em that they bitches
Scoom Gang we militant, we pop outside wit' Dracs and switches
Pop a 30, now I'm in it
Work her ass out at LA Fitness
They like, "Slick come trim, he different"
Ain't get my .556 for Christmas
Ridin' strike and we out bendin'
5 percent when we out spinnin'
Chrome Heart, ain't got no feelings
Scoom Gang, we stand on business
We tote Glocks, wit' yo' Berettas
Bitch, I made this side of Ella
One man trash, another treasure
In the lab, jus' like I'm Dexter
Tax a side bitch, I need extra
Swerve through traffic like a feather
Play wit' me, bitch, they know better
I want Scrapa fuck a Tesla
DeJ Loaf, you bet not try me
Bitch, we punch on LaSalle and Bali
They call me "Slick", just 'cause I'm shiesty
My lil' cousin hop out that alley
My new bitch, she thick and feisty
When I sign, you ain't gon' like me
When I fuck, I go up ninety
Go on me, boy, that's unlikely
My bitch zodiac sign a Pisces
Yo' man got checked in his Nikes
Walk his ass down with a rifle
Yellin' "4-Town, we don't like you"
All these niggas claim they gangster
'Til we show 'em that they bitches
Scoom Gang we militant, we pop outside wit' Dracs and switches
Pop a 30, now I'm in it
Work her ass out at LA Fitness
They like, "Slick come trim, he different"
Ain't get my .556 for Christmas
Ridin' strike and we out bendin'
5 percent, when we out spinnin'
Chrome Heart, ain't got no feelings
Scoom Gang, we stand on business
We tote Glocks wit' yo' Berettas
Bitch, I made this side of Ella
One man trash, another treasure
In the lab, jus' like I'm Dexter



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Writer(s): Terrance Banks, Ilya Antonov
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