PapeMakin - Quit Scammin (feat. 42K!rbyy)

Ayy, Nigga
T-They gon' have to kill me before I quit scamming
T-Thumbin' through blues with my hand in her panties
15 iPhones, oh, thank you for your granny
Had to kill the nigga, stupid nigga tried to ham me
Wrap a nigga body and we gon' ship it to his mammy

Yeah, I'm chillin' with his hoes with my hand in their panties
One-on-one, niggas can't even check me
In the crib makin' pape, chillin', I wont, even sweat it
He was talkin, all choppy hit that nigga with Beretta
They gon' sign me one day, I'm just waitin' for that letter
Never mind, I'm in the streets tryna touch some cheese
A-All the whoops out, yops out, and we touchin' cheeks
Talkin' bout rollin' the wood, baby, can you match my freak

I was trippin' off the yop pint damm ner asleep
I damn ner fell asleep, shorty, I ain't see your call
Damn, I think I fell asleep
Damn, and I ain't wakin' up

Shorty taught me to lay off that weed, I ain't sobered up
Talkin' crazy on them niggas, niggas don't even be tough
.223s, tickle fat niggas, make him throw it up
I was trippin' off the three-five, man, I'm blowed as fuck

She gave me that look, had wood I had to roll it up
They askin' about them sports, aw, man, I'm just throwed as fuck
Y'all better get y'all some pape, or y'all gon' be broke forever
She keep talkin' bout this new nigga, but I do it better

She know that lil' yeah, mine, fat ma get wetter
If she wanna come home, I'ma let her
I got yo boo and', she rockin' with me
I told Unky put, the pot down finna mix it

I was trippin' on Coyle, I don't know why I was in the kitchen
Finna put it in my cup, finna stir, get to mixing
They askin' where that nigga go, I don't know, he missin
I'm sorry to tell you, that nigga dead for all that dissin

P.O. gave that lil' cup told me piss in it
I told that nigga, no, sorry, I ain't passin it
I got the yop in my hand, and I ain't passin it
Nigga, I'm the goat, otherwise, blasphemy

And you niggas think y'all rappin', hell nah, y'all ain't passin me
They gon' have to kill me before I quit scamming
Thumbin' through blues with my hand in her panties
15 iphones oh thank you for yo granny
Had to kill the nigga, stupid nigga, tried to ham me
Keep the tool on my hip handy-mandy
I be chillin' with the Grim Reaper just like Bill and Mandy
And my sponge in her cheeks, and it's wet, not sandy

Boy, I ain't never gon' stop scammin
Why the fuck would I quit? I'm the scam man, the scam man
And I knew she was a slut when I had to fist her with two hands
Let a nigga play with me and Pape, they get in the backhand

Uh-huh, like they a dirty bitch
Fn', pop a nigga in his leg quick, shit

Written by:
Alexander Smith, 42 Kirby

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