Scammers & Dealers lyrics

{Intro Project Pat}
Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back
Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is messed up
Need to get bout a hustle mission
Get up on loot run to beautician
Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in the back
Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is messed up
Need to get bout a hustle mission
Get up on loot run to beautician (BJ Ian know you could cook up like that)
{Hook HitEmUpTy}
Gang just hopped off Shinobi with Fat Ty b*tch I was running healer
Hang with drug dealers murders them scammers and them dealers
Caught a body up in Pittsburgh I'm feeling like a stealer
And b*tch I'm talking bout a bad b*tch cause no I'm not no killer
And shawty told you shе untouchable but she just let mе feel her
She be telling you you fake as hell I guess she know I'm realer
You see you was tryna hide your b*tch but me I won't conceal her
I just stole her from you I'm a stranger like I'm Nancy wheeler
(Verse 1 HitEmUpTy)
b*tch I'm a real ass ken ion need no f*cking Barbie
I'm a real deal joker ion need no f*cking Harley
Go ask any hoe that I f*cked on I never told her sorry
I be smoking green all this green on me b*tch I'm Bob Marley
Now she wanna ride my horse now I'm calling that Charlie
Got a real deal Moneybagg Ian looking for no Ari's
In a real deal rolls truck you know that roof get starry
And I'm shooting sh*t no cameras I'm not Freddy no I Carly
Man them n*ggas on that real sh*t
That trained to kill sh*t
Buddy he got bb's on his gram that ain't no real switch
Do em like I'm Christian cage I hit it with that kill switch
All that talking down to hoes I know that boy a real b*tch (On Gang)
{Verse 2 HitEmUpDeme}
Know that boy a real b*tch
Know that boy a real b*tch
Aye man Ty Hit me up hop on this sh*t
Man you already know ima hop on that sh*t n*gga
I wake up and hit the kill switch
Know my pockets heavy getting green you just a real b*tch
Got more hits than Ike but I can show you like I'm will smith
Keep a Choppa with me for that sh*t I gotta deal with
Ay Ty HitMeUp like Deme hop up on this song
n*gga I say bet send it through he tryna put me on
Any n*gga diss the guys you know he got his head blown
All my members keep a magazine like it's the rolling stone
All these rappers sound the same they lame these n*ggas clones
n*gga went and dropped a diss and got no views you is unknown
HitEmUp taking over you rappers is mediocre
f*ck his b*tch he get no closure keep a cig ain't taking smoker
{Hook HitEmUpTy)
Just hopped off Shinobi with Fat Ty b*tch I was running healer
Hang with drug dealers murders them scammers and them dealers
Caught a body up in Pittsburgh I'm feeling like a stealer
And b*tch I'm talking bout a bad b*tch cause no I'm not no killer
And shawty told you she untouchable but she just let me feel her
I just stole her from you I'm a stranger like I'm Nancy wheeler
b*tch I'm a real deal ken ion need no f*cking Barbie
b*tch I'm a real deal joker ion need no f*cking Harley gang