(Wait, turn that up, that′s a JAY C beat?)
(Mia Jay C)
(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don′t let yo bitch go, nigga)
Hand me the heavyweight belt, I'm the Scam Champ
I done touch two hundred X, I'm the Jack Man
Thinking that he big, turn him into Ant-Man
Bitch, I wouldn′t DC if I was Batman
Huh, and the whip look like a Batmobile
You drive a 2012, bitch, that ain′t a Scat, for real
"What's that noise in the back?" Rio cracked the seal
Caught him in the park and shot his ass, that′s a Jurassic kill
That means I turned him to a fossil
I'm in church banging this, I′m like, "Fuck some gospel"
In this bitch windpipe, I'm like, "Fuck some tonsils"
Shooter busting off the crotch rocket, clutching on the throttle
Huh, yeah, we on a different wave
Feds tried to hit bro with the book, he on a different page
Smart as hell, but when she giving head, she use a different brain
Skrrt-skrrt, swerving on your bitch in a different lane
ShittyBoyz X Flint, we talk dumb and dumber
Big four Nicky to the belly, this a tummy tucker
I ain′t gon' lie, if bro miss, he a lucky fucker
'Cause it got the beam and a scope, better duck and cover
Bro hit the water two times, that′s a déjà blue
If I could marry rap, dawg, I would say, "I do"
But I′m blessed off the scams like I said achoo
It would take more than a cape just to save your boo
Let me see a sandwich bag, I'm the Grand Champ
Me, Mike, and Tron already fucked this ho, Stan next
Finna hit six grams of tan and leave hand prints
Gotta put on gloves when I pack this shit like anthrax
Sold dope, had a job and robbed, I′ma scam next
Served Martin, fucked Gina twice, I want Pam next
He got a gun but he almost dropped it, 'cause his hands wet
Let him pop once, he going to sleep, fuck a Xanax
Flint niggas, but we fucking with the ShittyBoyz
Four Hellcats back to back, we the KittyBoyz
Say you dropping who when you see who? You a silly boy
Fucking on a scamming rich bitch, I′m a city boy
I don't go to sleep, when it rain, I make rain sleepy
Bought an eight of red from Big Lou, and let Dan drink it
Finna take off on these niggas, bitch, the train leaving
I ain′t buy these Guccis outta Saks, bitch, I came Neiman's
I spent a light band on 'em
Pop a nigga, fire up a square, then do my dance on ′em
Have bro ship you out west, I′m a land owner
Vans got eight hundred pressies, I think Dan want them
Bitch, now that's easy pay
New bitch got diabetes, I made her eat a cake
I ain′t even have to use a kitchen, it was Easy-Bake
Hit your Charger with a 50K, I'll make the Hemi break
Really plugged in, bitch, you got a shortage in your socket
Shot him in his hip and sent some lint soaring out his pocket
I′m in both conferences, rode to Florida with my rockets
Feel like Jackie Moon, I'm in Flint scoring like a Tropic
Tryna fight? You might as well skydive without a parachute
Bro, I think I′m sick of these hoes, pass the Theraflu
Big Russian 'K got more kick than a pair of shoes
I done scammed Marry, Betty, and Sarah too
Me and Mike just fucked the city up, nigga, we the greatest
Had to buy a Scat, ain't have enough, shit, the Demon eighty
AK baby with the stand, I need two lasers
One shot′ll leave you shitty, boy, you need a newspaper
Linked up with Stan, man, and BabyTron
Woke up today, and slapped fifty in the baby .9
Let a nigga move incorrectly, hit him eighty times
Forgot I had a .30 stuffed in my new baby mom
