Bippin and Scammin lyrics

[Intro: Tay B]
Yeah
CardoGotWings
Shout out to my n*gga DooDat, b*tch
All facts on a n*gga, huh
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, I know some n*ggas rich off pimpin', huh, yeah
Yeah, my other Cali n*ggas lick hittin', huh, yeah, huh
Real bippin', huh, yeah
I know some n*ggas with y'all pimpin', huh?
And my other Cali n*ggas with y'all bippin', huh?
Yeah, I got some real n*ggas that be flu flammin'
My b*tches runnin' up a check so they ain't through scammin'

[Verse 1: DooDat600]
I'm that n*gga out here runnin' hoes from A to Z (Runnin' plays)
They call me DooDat but I don't do that sh*t for free (Never free)
Loud b*tch in n*ggas' face, ho, you ain't for me (Never, b*tch)
And I'ma have another b*tch, ain't no replacing me (Uh-uh)
Don't f*ck with 12, with the bows, boy, I sell dozens
Ex-b*tch in her feelings 'cause I f*cked her cousin
Been off the porch since 13, Diego been thuggin'
Rearrange a n*gga face, he caught himself muggin'
[Verse 2: Tay B]
Boy, to me you super mad 'cause your b*tch f*ckin'
With a b*tch that's super bad, call her McLovin
Acrobat with the chop, he gon' flip somethin'
You can catch me with doc, I got scripts bustin'
You a lucky man, them bullets barely flew past you
If I wanted your opinion, b*tch, I'd ask you
Yeah, watch out for hoes, boy, they'll trap you
She just f*cked me, but your b*tch, she give you a hassle

[Verse 3: DooDat600]
And I ain't gotta be the man you tryna be attached to
And if the sh*t ain't 'bout no bands then that will not be natural
'Cause when you fall, ain't nan' b*tch gon' be there to catch you
And I'll simp your dumb ass, I ain't gon' f*ckin' after you
Drippin' sauce on these hoes like some lamb chops
And we keep blicky on our laps, ain't no stash spot
Just dropped the stock, had a ladder on my last Glock
And bounce back after the narcs raided my last spot

[Verse 4: Tay B]
Man, I had a couple hundred in my stash spot
Huh, crazy sh*t to get the cash, huh
It's in my past now, I got fans now
Call your b*tch Will Smith, we'll send her Hanc*ck
Chill with that Hi-Point, it's gon' jam, aight?
Go get some bands, get the f*ck up off the 'Gram, aight?
Freak b*tch deep throatin', sh*t, really chokin'
Got bad b*tches up in Oakland, they see me in Oakland
[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, I know some n*ggas rich off pimpin', huh, yeah
Yeah, my other Cali n*ggas lick hittin', huh, yeah, huh
Real bippin', huh, yeah
I know some n*ggas with y'all pimpin', huh?
And my other Cali n*ggas with y'all bippin', huh?
Yeah, I got some real n*ggas that be flu flammin'
My b*tches runnin' up a check so they ain't through scammin'