No Scammin'

Bam Bam Da Savage Oooh Ill Will what it do D Nell what it do man Big bands baby, I ain’t scammin And she call me daddy every time I’m thrammin Call me two percs shawty I be jammin When I up this Glock ain’t no jammin F*ck the whole party up I be bammin out Nina don’t take his top off bet this Mac would Hit it one time you pass out yea it’s that good Fuckin on another nigga bitch that back good Plug hit my phone and ask me was the batch good At a pop up and I’m smokin with trap woods My niggas at your door like the purge don’t panic All my niggas they demonic they satanic Couldn’t went better nigga if I planned it OG fucked the plastic up I buy it in the can And I just brought a Glock cause it won’t jam Only kick it with my brothers won’t squill in a jam You blow a bag on that pussy I stroke it for free Been looking for that bag and it been looking for me Hit up Ill Will nigga if you booking me Fry a nigga like bologna killers cook for me I’m on some crash dummy shit I don’t give a f*ck Smokin gas with the Ercs just to get me stuck How you say you love me baby and you give me up Told her hop up on this dick baby Getty up Her nigga ain’t lit so I lit it up Two grams of moon rock I just lit it up I’m too sick with the shits I’m bout to spit it up Hit a lick with my brother then we split it up You play me back then now you want me make your mind up And once that bussdown come then it’s times up Stop wasting your time baby and holding mines up It’s big B’s over here I’m throwing mines up Gang!