Scream (feat. Lingonhots)

Like Look Like, Look, Me and CayCay running to the bands I be so high, I don't know when I land Bando told me these niggas not my mans That's my bro, yeah we came from the sands Your bitch liking the way that I dance Hit it twice, now she think that I'm the man Told her "Baby, that wasn't the plan" like The Paper we getting, the paper we chase Bad lil mami, I'm grabbing her waist Got to stay humble I patiently wait Edot, he with me, he knows where you stay This for the haters, laugh in they face Tryna do shows, in and out of the state They turn to hoes, these niggas be snakes We gon' win, don't try to debate We gon' finish everything that we started When I'm in the booth, I go retarded I am not famous, don't call me an artist Wait, can't forget a nigga heartless F*ck Dxlo, Imma get him regardless, damn Niggas hating on me, I don't know why When we pull up, we blitzing from both sides We gon' wrap this shit like a bowtie That's your mans, and he died died, like Liam Rolo Yampi She wanna blitz them, blitz them I see a Cuban on him I'mma kick him I'm a demon, product of the system She want Chanel already iced her wrist up Put my feet back, bro I'mma kick up Smoking on Rolo it give me the hiccups Got my chop tucked, I did not miss once spinning through Adams Park to catch a quick one Like damn, see Angel I aim for his muffin We know how you did at the crib, you was ducking Like word to my mother, I catch him, I up it I don't wanna keep dissing, I'll see them in public Cause that internet shit it be wack But they talk on my bros for a fact So if they spin the 7 they ain't coming back, damn like Spin through the three, I'm tryna get close And y'all be doing the most Word to my mother I up it and I said word to my mother I up it and blow She be trying to chill, bitch you got to go I be off the Wock, moving hella' slow Stop talking like you toting poles When I spun your strip it was nobody home I be hella sturdy when I walk around If I got a cart it's the best in the town Shoutout everybody locked up in the pound Long live my cousin was always around I be hella high when I'm in the studio And I could never f*ck a groupie hoe Loko, stupido, and it's black on green but the Cuban gold Tell a bitch don't waste my time If that's all you gonna do, don't hit my line Smoking on Rolo that boy got fried Like damn, that's just an L in the sky Why is he dissing, he don't spin mines Like damn, now that boy got to die Catch me a shh, then I'm making him Bro I catch an 800, I'm making him cry