♥♥♥♥♥♥ iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang
I'll see y'all later, suuwoo!

Pop these ♥♥♥♥♥♥ like a wheelie ♥♥♥♥♥, you a silly ♥♥♥♥♥
In the hood with them billy ♥♥♥♥♥♥ and them hoova ♥♥♥♥♥♥
You run up and they shootin' ♥♥♥♥♥♥, we ain't hoopin' ♥♥♥♥♥
No KB, you a loser ♥♥♥♥♥, up that uzi ♥♥♥♥♥
On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
She wanna ♥♥♥♥ but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that's really all I use her for as I kick her out the door
I don't want her, you can keep the ♥♥♥♥♥, she fiendin' for some more
In New York my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ don't Milly Rock, my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ money bop
Blow a case a ♥♥♥♥♥ throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block
Quarter milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
♥♥♥♥♥♥ talking 'bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don't ♥♥♥♥ with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my ♥♥♥♥ in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don't love her that's a sad ho, she a bad ho
I'ma ♥♥♥♥ her then I dash home, to the cash ho

I'm on some rob a ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥, take a ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that ♥♥♥♥ hit
Shout out but I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ that ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥

♥♥♥♥♥♥ iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli', all my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinning through ya block like a pop shove-it
Shoot at me I'm shooting back, I'm getting buckets
I ain't wanna take his life but ♥♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥ it

I'm on some rob a ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥, take a ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that ♥♥♥♥ hit
Shout out but I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ that ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥
I'm on some rob a ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥, take a ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that ♥♥♥♥ hit
Shout out but I ♥♥♥♥♥♥ that ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥

Scum Gang