Rob & Scam

[Intro]

Count up M's

(Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm)

Oh

Ayy, Scheme, you killed it

[Chorus]

Haha, rollin’ up five grams

There's twenty-two bands and a blunt in my hand

She say the money won't make her dance

But for the dope, she’ll fuck my mans

I remember I was takin' them Xans

Wastin' away, I ain't have no plans

Now I'm rich as a bitch, goddamn

Thank God, I don't gotta rob and scam

[Verse 1]

Who them niggas? Boy, they not your friends

But as long as you got money, they gon' be all in

All up in yo' pockets, sayin’, "Spend, spend, spend"

All of y’all could stop it, I don't like pretend

Pockets gettin’ fatter, niggas shit on Wheat Thin

A couple hundred for appearance, that's bеfore the backend

Four black trucks whеn we pull in

I'm livin' how I’m livin' 'cause I'm over average

Five-SeveN, yeah, my FN

Ten headshots, aim over average

My lady be my best friend

I give her it all because I love that bitch (Bitch)

[Chorus]

Haha, rollin' up five grams

There's twenty-two bands and a blunt in my hand

She say the money won't make her dance

But for the dope, she'll fuck my mans

I remember I was takin' them Xans

Wastin' away, I ain't have no plans (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now I'm rich as a bitch, goddamn (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Thank God, I don't gotta rob and scam

[Verse 2]

Listen, I remember watching Viva La Bam

Kickflip, to a board slide, goddamn

Huh, I remember watching Belly in a trance

My girl jus' like Kisha, she be thumbing through them bands

Uh, yeah, smokin' chronic, got designer on my body

I start to get demonic, when I'm rollin' on the molly

But I don't need a pill to get trill, and catch a body

It's only if a nigga try me, I ain't come to hurt nobody

Choppa got a kick, like it know karate

I'ma put my dick inside your mommy

That mean I'm a gun totin' motherfucker

Ridin' 'round in the moonlight, Midnight Runner

[Chorus]

Haha, rollin' up five grams

There's twenty-two bands and a blunt in my hand

She say the money won't make her dance

But for the dope, she'll fuck my mans

I remember I was takin' them Xans

Wastin' away, I ain't have no plans

Now I'm rich as a bitch, goddamn

Thank God, I don't gotta rob and scam