Mr.Scamlikely - Remember

Toting 40s with glizzys I got to keep em on me
He got caught slippin no missing I'm pullin straight up on em
All types of litty I'm filthy I'm tryna fuck her momma
I'm fresh in Fendi I'm dripping fuckin in Ferragamo
Bitch we get with it drop 50 and you won't hear shit from em
The type of shit that we gettin they want to take it from us
Heard he was trippin I'm spinnin sit back hang out the window
Ain't tryna to play with these bitches they snitches you'll remember
I had to go get it went straight for the top
Niggas be trappin they say its a drought
Bust on her face and not into her mouth
Gun to your head tell you open your mouth
Say sumn back and I bet you get clapped
Talking to reckless come see what I'm bout
Taking your shit till you figure it out
You must be missing these golds in my mouth
Fuck on her then leavin rolls in her couch
Love but I hate my house
I'm with my bros on the road money routes
Trying to bust shows for these hoes can show out
Leavin the fort I can see when you crouch
Ion want your hoe say no more and pop out
I'm on a roll head somewhere South
Bitch get exposed he a hoe run his mouth
I got that sack and I bet I won't fumble
Don't wanna fight Ima let my gun rumble
Shoot at a nigga he toss then he tumble
Talk on IG but in person he mumble
I get that work and I send to your grandma
Family first hope you always remember
I put them first through all of the struggles
I put in work so it always been gutta
Toting 40s with glizzys I got to keep em on me
He got caught slippin no missin I'm pullin straight up on em
All types of litty I'm filthy I'm tryna fuck her momma
I'm fresh in Fendi I'm drippin fuckin in Ferragamo
Bitch we get with it drop 50 and you won't hear shit from em
The type of shit that we gettin they want to take it from us
Heard he was tripping I'm spinnin sit back hang out the window
Ain't tryna to play with these bitches they snitches you'll remember
Been taking shit bitch I always been that
Poppin these niggas ain't no tit for tat
Run with the sack and I bet you get sacked
Fuckin these hoes your lil bitch from the back
Throwing out money then getting it back
Act lil funny I'll bring out the gat
Heard he a rat so I blow out his back
Say anything back and I'll knock off your cap
Don't take it personal your bitch my worshiper
She give me head just might have to commerial her
That nigga dead probably why you ain't heard of him
Oh that's yo boy prolly why I ain't heard of him
Been in the crib only leave when I serve
Work that 40 I work them too
Leaving the scene bet you end on the news
No hands on the whip but I put it in cruise
Play with your stick then you snooze and you lose
Oh it ain't nun that's what they assume
Playing all healthy get swept with that broom
You big and you bang but I come with that boom
I show y'all lessons till they think that they cool
He just a joke that lil bitch just a fool
I'm on they ass blowin gas no perfumes
I just flew pass got these bitches like ooo
Toting 40s with glizzys I got to keep em on me
He got caught slippin no missin I'm pullin straight up on em
All types of litty I'm filthy I'm tryna fuck her momma
I'm fresh in Fendi I'm drippin fuckin in Ferragamo
Bitch we get with it drop 50 and you won't hear shit from em
The type of shit that we gettin they want to take it from us
Heard he was trippin I'm spinnin sit back hang out the window
Ain't tryna to play with these bitches they snitches you'll remember

Written by:
Michael Gilmore

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