ESPN (feat. Die Rich)

I can get a scat for two bands I play with CPNs I can't walk into the club if my niggas ain't sneak it in I just popped a perky told this bitch I'm tryna f*ck again I could really scam without a card nigga f*ck your bin Missed a couple tries then spend right back but they gone duck again I been bussin plays all day and night I'm on ESPN I know that's my spender off the knock brodie let him in I stay with my Glock he woulda thought that we the best of friends Sold a white boy a eight a red but then I cut it Hit the quagen with the tussin can't believe this shit not butter She gon stuff her pussy we gon hit this toad bitch did I stutter I just popped a opp threw my pistol left it in the gutter Mask and gloves when I'm mixing lookin' like I'm scared of COVID Glock 19 look like a iPhone in my pocket when I fold it I ain't lookin' for no love I met my stuffer off of Tinder Bitch this how I feed my son Ill kill you bout my spender I kill you by my pape bitch, this a coupe ain't got no space Dior slippers with no lace can't wit two Glocks like Josh and Drake Got a hacker his name Jake do Zoom calls and scan yo face I got purple in my cup look like Digit off Cyberchase Okay okay last night I popped a Xan forgot i fucked yo hoe F*ck around shoot the club up a nigga scuff one of my lowes You drop 20 on the embosser you ain't even touch no pros Bro got pounds not no scams he got 20 ain't punch no phone I got a bitch with me high up off them drugs She tryna dance and shit fine but the bitch voice annoying I can't stand the bitch And I'm all with it droppin in my look like my legs was itchin Better choose a side we gon flip that whip don't care if my friend in it