Scandal

Ayy, if you don't know me Now you know me, nigga I'm a lil' rich fuckin' bastard Ayy, nigga, I'm a rich fuckin' bastard Reach, get you plastered Prayin' for a brick See my prayers gettin' answered Yeah, I'm prayin' for a Lick, my stick dirty, It got cancer Play and get you canceled Flew the bitch from Tampa It was me and Spiffy throwin' Money on the dancers Prada Papi on my Transformer Prada sandals She said she was gay, crossed her over I got handles Yeah, instead of you just hustling Rather get rich off of scandals In a drop-top with a bitch look Like the bitch from Scandal Ayy, with a black ski on my head I gotta watch for cameras Yeah, I bet he get put inside the trunk Life's a gamble In the studio with Johnny C, no rappin' We all gamble i was on the backstreet, I Heard a gunshot, ayy I seen a body had dropped Ayy, but nobody called cops Get the striker, get the car chopped My garage look like a car shop And my bully eat steak and pork chops And my studio gated, Fort Knox It was just me and Yak We used to steal cars and door lock It was just me and Jet We used to tell everybody come shop It was just me and JB We high speed in my BM car It was just me and Cashout, thirty clips My mask out 'Cause we finna take somethin' Ayy, bitch, I'm rich, I'll pay for it My lil' boy break somethin' When I feel broke, I get some pounds to trap But who gon' take somethin'? In the studio, shit saved my life I'm tryna make somethin' ayy, nigga I'm just tryna be great for son son Had walked out the studio, came back in I wasn't done plug droppin' fifty bags Tryna meet me at the London Ayy, if the situation sticky, keep your gun Son nigga, I don't trust nothin' Baby boy got trust funds ayy, ayy C4 be on my shoulder tellin' me to shoot him Ayy, ayy, the CEO say, "Calm your Nerves, nigga, you the boss Just use your shooters" Ayy, I can't trust these niggas no more They some wocky movers He the one that took it there, I Wouldn't even got us to this, Uh It's a fifty-fifty split this shit If we gon' do this If these bitches comin' Make sure it's some Commas 'round, we been through this, Uh I'ma empty a whole clip, nigga If I'm gon' shoot this up It's some real niggas with me right Now that don't give a f*ck So I keep it tucked, ain't gon' slow down Speed it up Purple sell me nina plug, to come back Keep re-in' up Nigga got that look on his face Like they finna eat it up Ayy, these niggas better do Right, a hundred shots, Disagree with us Funeral homes goin' up Fifty-shot drums loadin' up Ayy, goddamn, 4, you goin' up, uh Nigga, you must think I ain't notice that Hit your block and take your temperature, you Fraud and I can't vent with you, Uh So you better keep that stick with you (Hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker)