DirtBikeRon - SCREAM (feat. Moneybag Montae)

You shouldn't have been talkin' shit
Ah, UBT, we doin' it again
Ah, it's Moneybagg, nigga
We seen him stealin' out the store, and then we caught him lackin'

We would've caught him at that stop sign, but he don't be in traffic
He pulled that pole out his pocket, and then he tried to blast it
Bitch trippin', she shakin' hella ass like, bitch, I'm finna smash it
Bitch, I'm the Incredible Hulk

This bitch talkin' bout her life story, I'm not givin' a fuck
These broke niggas out here cap rappin' like they livin' it up
He on the Net flexing and all that shit, now he giving it up
Nigga, that's how the tables turn

That big bullet hit him in his brain, he ain't able to learn
That bullet's got him twitching on the ground like he hitting the worm
I put the heat straight to his afro, I ain't give him a perm
Walk down, I got that heat on me like I'm a..

Walk down, I got that heat on me like I was in a sauna
This bitch spitting on my dick, she a fucking lama
He livin' with his parents, I beat his ass, he tried to call his mama
Remember days I had that trap phone, he better thank Obama

Spin his block and blow his shit up, he better thank Osama
Why you hog the ball to miss a shot, you the fake black mamba
Big bullets go through the windshield, I would've flipped the bumper

7-6-2, sit him down, he a couch potato

If You see 12 coming down, you better hide the ya-yo
I got the fucking pounds in the whip, where the fuck the cradle
Granny keep on Feening for dodie, where is Mrs. Mabel
Plug tryin' to tax for the pack, I might just flip the Table

My cuz on the ave selling smack, he tryin' to flip a label
The fiend cook up right off the thrax, he trynna kill a nasal
He got a whole pack of shit, they might get take a stable
We jam, your man, we had to leave him in his jammies

I'm tryin' to be up in a ride-out, Dirt bikes in Miami
You try to fight me and them hooks will not land me
Man, they cook im writing too many books, they can't stand me
Ah, we put him up in the sky, I guess he's scared of heights

Pussy boy, I'm hottest uptop, come check my Fahrenheit
We sliding deep, all black in the truck, it's like a terabyte
I might just call up GMF when it's smoky, he a bear at night
When I'm sliding up with that spare, I'm like a hooded knight

When I see them tryin' to do a one-on-one, that boy just couldn't fight
He was mad, cause I fucked his bitch and she was really tight
I'm a Superman, trynna get out the jam, they to get kryptonite
My fault, I messed up, I meant crypto

Goons sliding in your trap, they gotta tip-toe
Why the opps, keep talking they better duck, doin' the limbo
They all just talking groupie shit, they just a simp hoe
I can flip a pack, make a backflip, it's really simple

When I walk around, my pants real fat the big limple
Fuck up on the bitch, her ass real fat nut on the dimple
Don't disrespect the gang they gon suit up Jimmy Kimmel
The block just like a circus, universoul

He say he talking greasy on beats, I wanna verse you
He just a young boy, he gotta chill, he gotta curfew
I'm like a bull, you try to hop on my tail, I finna nerf you
Come on, come on, come on

Yeah, uh, I finna nerf you
UPT sliding up
We finna hurt you

Written by:
Dirt Bike Ron

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