Scum313 Lyrics

Turn that auto tune shit off too

I don't need that shit

Lil bitch

Fuck it bro hold my phone

I don't need that shit anyway

I fuckin got this shit memorized

I know what I'm about to say

On this bitch

Yuh Yuh Yuh

Ya bitch

Get the fuck out my way

Don't take another fuckin photo man

Don't take no photos

Stop it

All of you motherfuckers

Stop it

I just got here brother

I got some blood on my hands

And I need to wash it away

I go in my laboratory

And don't come out it for days

I fuckin' stay up for days

And think about all the ways

To get a couple billion

Just to cop a house in the bay

Jump on your couch in your face

Might fuck your spouse while you wait

Won't get an ounce of my business

Bitch just stay out of my way

We blowin' pounds of this spinach

You niggas begging for plates

Bitch I keep testing my limits

I just might destine your fate

And I'm a grown ass nigga

I follow my own rules

Designing these hoes shoes

And sucking they toes too

I made up my own style

Just throw in The damn towel

My car from the damn future

But living in right now

My niggas is on ten

No telling them calm down

I give these bitch my number

I bet you they all dial

But I won't

Cause these bitches all ain't shit huh

You niggas pushing 30

Hating on that lame shit huh?

You tryna do me dirty

Just like bitches shameless huh?

They say my eyes looking dead

But that's where my aim is huh?

Not even famous huh?

But still can fuck your bitch

Might let me name her son

Cause I don't got no kids

Cause I can't trust no bitch

I fuck these Hoes and I shake em

Cause all these bitches behaving like

They got niggas in cages

I showed affection

And they had like 50 niggas replacing

I'm on this money,

Vacation,

And riding round in a spaceship

A hundred pounds of Jamaican

But we gone ship it to Mexico

All these moves that I'm making

My enemies is on lexapro

All my fuckin creations

Just sound like another episode

He said that he had a problem

My niggas turned it to several

He get popped like some Pepsi cola

So watch yo step

Bitch I got bars on deck

We young black stars up next

Whips make your block look blessed

Bitches will not confess

I want this money

These hoes be trippin

It's not complex

I got this god complex

Might cop a house on the west

And my brother strapped with that Wesson

And he won't up it to flex it

I get that neck like a necklace

I just might snatch it aggressive

It's STK67 records and watch who you testin

Lil bitch