That’s Scary lyrics

[Intro: DRich 100 & BabyTron]
DRich in this b*tch
Ayy
What up, Helly?
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Nah, for real, made a hundred off my first bender
Scat Pack tore the street up, I'm a earthbender
Couldn't f*ck this lil' b*tch when I first met her
Funny how I turned this lil' b*tch to a sperm catcher
Dumb sl*t want my all, gave her two-thirds
Bite down season through this b*tch made my tooth hurt
Used to be broke, now the tables too turned
[?] for three nines, b*tch, RIP Juice WRLD

[Verse 2: DRich 100]
All she do is give brain like a CT scan
Yo b*tch eating balls like Pac-Man
If she say the wrong thing, get a backhand
All my n*ggas robbing, f*ck a Batman
Get you picked off quicker than [?]
This sh*t on the floor like a tap dance
f*ck cuffing, I want that cash
When them jacks in, we act a jackass
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
RIP Chris [?] till we meet again
Same b*tch that ho me, I'ma leave on read
How this b*tch heaven-sent with some demon head?
Never ran a check up, I guess that you need some legs
Cut into the b*tch like the Horseman, I need some head
Thought he was leaving with some clout, got some wings instead
"God bless a scam", I think that's what Jesus said
Was gon' cash it but I'ma use a piece instead

[Verse 4: DRich 100]
All my n*ggas balling like the playoffs
Nine iron in the club, we don't play golf
If you ain't gang, you can't hang, Adolf
Hit the rookies off set then I take off
Work the magic with the key, Ray Charles
So you never suck di*k? Give me your face card
Tryna out-drip me? What you take, bars?
I don't care 'bout the price, do you take card?

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
I'll pop dawg in his nugget, Happy Meal
Got some kryptonite in this Glock if he Man of Steel
Boy, I wouldn't DC in the Batmobile
Slam dunk when I'm in the stores, you can ask Shaquille
No, you don't slide, you gotta jam, stupid
Touchdown with that bag, call me "Scam Newton"
Doing fraud up in school, I'm a bad student
Superpower with this punch, b*tch, I'm half student
[Verse 6: DRich 100]
Grandma said the Big B's look orthopeudic
Up thrown the whole n*gga and the pus*y pooted
Got your b*tch cracking up, said I'm so goofy
And you know she a rat, boy, you so stupid
God made me the trap, I grew up in the trenches
Running threw these hoes, I'm Marshawn Lynching
Why you even cop thousand dollar denim
If your broke-ass can't put a thousand dollars in them?

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Perping-ass capper, you need a purple hat
'Fore I spilled the Act' on my jeans, they was Purple pants
I ain't have no love in my heart, had to search for that
I'ma call doggy hang ten, with his surfing-ass

[Verse 8: DRich 100]
DRich or Tron? That's scary
Spilled Ace of Spade on my Amiris
Try to eat on me? You gon' perish
[?] and you buried, n*gga
Ho-ass