Scam Brothers

Lu Fasco, what is this?

I'm the king of this scam shit, nigga, let's go (let's go)
I been juggin' all day sippin' dirty Faygo
I can buy five chains and I still won't go broke (I can't)
I'm a well-known scammer, I gotta lie low (law low)

You can run in my crib and say hi to the Draco (fah-fah-fah, Draco)
When I touch down to Houston, I'm slidin' with Jraco (boom, Dracos)
Put a bag on your head, you gon' die if I say so (say so)
Better stay real close to your bitch 'cause I take hos (take hos)

I say the truth in these songs, never lied (the truth)
I don't think you wanna beef, 'cause I ain't stoppin' 'til you cry
Banned his Instаgrаm account, he couldn't make it if he tried (no)
I'm finna buy a new Glock with "OBN" on the side (gang shit)

I got bags on my thighs like I play for the league (for the league)
I been winnin' lately, they won't play for my team
You take somethin' from me, get put on a tee (fah, fah)
I got rich by myself, no one put on for me

Unemployment burnt out, now these broke niggas panickin'
He wore that 'fit for a week straight like a mannequin, damn (he's poor)
That sound like some broke shit
He wanna slide on me, but been on some ho shit

They say it's beef, but they never approach it
One play, you could get your identity stolen
Put the words on my arm because I know I'm chosen
You can fuck for the night, but can't stay to the mornin'

I'm the king of this scam shit, nigga, let's go (let's go)
I been juggin' all day sippin' dirty Faygo
I can buy five chains and I still won't go broke (I can't)
I'm a well-known scammer, I gotta lie low (law low)

You can run in my crib and say hi to the Draco (fah-fah-fah, Draco)
When I touch down to Houston, I'm slidin' with Jraco (boom, Dracos)
Put a bag on your head, you gon' die if I say so (say so)
Better stay real close to your bitch 'cause I take hos (take hos)

Mm, I'm drinkin' Wocky and Wocky, I'm tired as
Uh, I'm drinkin' Wocky and Wocky, I'm t-
I'm drinkin' Wocky and Wocky, I'm tired as shit
Got the hunnid-round brr on the side of that bitch

She tryna kick it, I only want top and that's it
Man, I feel like Vin Diesel, I'm drivin' this bitch, mm
I'm off the Wocky and Wocky, I'm tired as shit
Man, I feel like Vin Diesel, I'm drivin' this bitch

Got the hunnid-round brr on the side of that bitch
I smell like gun smoke by the load out my choppa
I'm bangin' this bitch, Andre Iguodala
I ran up some racks, only took me six hours

I came from the dirt, bitch, you know I'ma pop it
These niggas ain't turnt, yeah, I'm ballin' for real
I just left out the shine and I bought a new grill
Rick Owens, Rick Owens, I'm trim, ew

Reach for my chain, pussy, you gon' get killed
We got yoppers on yoppers, we like Navy SEALs
These niggas, they broke, I don't know how that feel
Rick Owens, Rick Owens, I'm trim, ew

200 racks, nigga, that ain't no deal
I'm on my way to the bank still
I'm on my way to the bank still, mm-mm
I'm a real savage, just like 21, for my birthday, my lil' bitch bought me a new gun
They said they like my car, I'm like, "Which one?"
My pockets, my pockets, they on Big Pun

On my way to the bank, 'bout to pick up some racks
If you see that ho with me, she might not come back
I don't fuck with these rappers, them niggas be cap
On my way to my show, 'bout to pick up my gat

My neck is on froze and my wrist is too
Get to that money, yeah, that's what I do
All my bitches, they turnt, I can't fuck with no scrubs
Ten thousand in ones, 'bout to fuck up the club
Coach know that I'm ballin', I never get subbed
What the fuck is you flexin'? Yeah, that's just a dub

I'm the king of this scam shit, nigga, let's go (let's go)
I been juggin' all day sippin' dirty Faygo
I can buy five chains and I still won't go broke (I can't)
I'm a well-known scammer, I gotta lie low (law low)

You can run in my crib and say hi to the Draco (fah-fah-fah, Draco)
When I touch down to Houston, I'm slidin' with Jraco (boom, Dracos)
Put a bag on your head, you gon' die if I say so (say so)
Better stay real close to your bitch 'cause I take hos (take hos)