Bottle Girl Scam lyrics

[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
n*gga, KrispyLife, b*tch
Alright, all that di*k suckin’, pick yo' chin up
Ayy

[Verse]
I really got it off the muscle, I don't do the scams
You got thirty plus years old and start doing grams
My n*gga, where you really from? n*gga, who is your mans?
All this clout chasin’, I'm startin' to think you a fan
n*ggas sleepin' with they ass out tryna get clout
n*gga said my name, now I gotta reroute
I'm outside yo' crib, in the backyard like a treehouse
All my jeans a thou-wow, got cuts with the knees out
I been that boy, been that dude, I'on need clout
Imagine dissin' a n*gga that’s in yo’ dream house
You got all bullsh*t in yo' ’Woods, put that leaf out
We finna blitz a n*gga crib, we run a five-out
K-R-I-S-P, b*tch, don't say my name
Yo' sh*t fake, but over here I got a fifty in chains
Dropped a Durango then a wide-body, I'm just switchin’ lanes
.40 like a workout partner, this b*tch'll fix yo' frame
Stop tryna get clout and go and fix yo' chain
That b*tch made outta cereal boxes with a drip of rain
I shouldn't be doin' this, I ain't got sh*t to gain
I should pop you then make another insurance claim
Just to get around rappers, boy, you'll hop and twirl
You push b*tches out the way, even bottle girls
It ain't that serious, my n*gga, just wait yo' turn
You finna die over two hunnid, I know you hate Big Worm
Yo' daddy died, left you a crib, but you ain't pay the taxes
Now you wanna fall asleep with yo' pants below yo' asses
You won't cut her before you always stopped at Gratiot
You won't go inside no club, you is not no savage
You a b*tch, boy, Gramz ain't finna hold yo' hand
You always got on a n*gga clothing brand
You the type to say that, "I shot but my pole did jam"
Should've been born on Thanksgiving, you a whole ham
n*ggas wish they was me, they wish they had my life
I been beatin' sh*t up, I been earnt my stripes
You better chill the f*ck out, I know you want yo' life