T.HOOD - Scammer Lyrics

(Damn Dj Plugg you just killed em! Bobby Kritical)

Disrepectful ass bitch gon ask me to hit my blunt

(First Hook)
F*ck ya hoe on camera,
I dress like a scammer,
Po up lean in fanta ,
Free my dawgs in slammers,
Gotta keep the blammer,
Move work to savannah ,
Im too much to handle,
I dont got no manners,
Choppa put yo ass in pampers,
On the scale them bags i slam em, Yeah
I got pounds for cheap,
You in the house im in the street,
I up the heat you f*ck wit me,
You look like food than im gon eat,
I always win i cant be beat,
You think its sweet than come and see,


(First Verse)
I got dope to smoke,
Dont f*ck basic hoes,
Buy expensive clothes,
Diamonds extra froze,
Don't eat pappadeaux's,
These boys extra broke,
Spot dont ever close,
Keep my pistol close,
Slamming bags off the top rope,
Yo bitch is a top pro,
Got cash but i want mo,
Go out sad i wont go,
One liter po whole fo,
These boys they some whole hoes,
Bag like santa ho ho,
One dread in yo hoe throat,


(Second Hook)
F*ck ya hoe on camera,
I dress like a scammer,
Po up lean in fanta,
Free my dawgs in slammers,
Gotta keep the blammer,
Move work to savannah,
Im too much to handle,
I dont got no manners,
Choppa put yo ass in pampers,
On the scale them bags i slam em, Yeah
I got pounds for cheap,
You in the house im in the street,
I up the heat you f*ck wit me,
You look like food than im gon eat,
I always win i cant be beat,
You think its sweet than come and see,


(Second Verse)
Cant be beat so no since in trying,
That lil weed no we aint buying,
These niggas scared dont trap outside,
Just like hoes they always lying,
You get hit you lose your breath,
Watch your mouth and watch your step,
Im good with right and im good with left,
Go up with the three like steph,
These niggas pussy yeah they shook,
Aint took the chances that i took,
You aint smart go read a book,
Aint no such thing half way crook,
When you cross the street dont look,
You get punched get hit wit hook,
Bankroll look like a notebook,
Just like young ralph im gon juug,

(Third Hook)
F*ck ya hoe on camera,
I dress like a scammer,
Po up lean in fanta,
Free my dawgs in slammers,
Gotta keep the blammer,
Move work to savannah,
Im too much to handle,
I dont got no manners,
Choppa put yo ass in pampers,
On the scale them bags i slam em, Yeah
I got pounds for cheap,
You in the house im in the street,
I up the heat you f*ck wit me,
You look like food than im gon eat,
I always win i cant be beat,
You think its sweet than come and see,

(End Song)