Still Scammin 3 lyrics

[Intro: Grim OX]
Uh, yeah, yeah
I just scammed the, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Grim OX]
I just scammed the UPS driver for some packages
Putting down the Wocky', now I’m sipping on that activis
He might have a baddie, but I swear I got the baddest b*tch
Killed a couple fans, I was really on my Travis sh*t
Slap your f*cking grandma if she wanna keep on testing me
Why these rappers suck? I swear this sh*t really depressing me
I just scammed a white ass girl named Stephany
Took her back to Starbucks, got a venti latte extra cream
Guess I gotta quit, I got hit with an "L ratio"
Same dude's girl giving every guy fellatio
He thought he was smooth, he was really kinda rapey though
Hit it so hard, got her legs a lil' shakey though
We got cheese in the crib, call it f*cking mousetrap
sh*t, I feel like Big Sean ’cause I'm 'boutta bounce back
Yeah, I like my girls white, I ain't talking 'bout crack
No, I am not Tom Brady, but she coming for the sack

[Verse 2: Nayy]
I just scammed yo' granny for her codeine and her Activis
I just made $800 off of swiping cards and tapping in
Gotta keep it low, get locked up 'cause you bragging
Gotta get the money, take it out, lil' bro, gotta be fast with it
My MSR is broke because I swipe too many cards
And my Amazon got bank because I got 20 MSRs
My piggy bank is broke, I gotta get another job
Had to punch him and then dip ’cause he was seven foot and large
And my jeans, I got twenty racks, had to hold ’em up
Hoes poppin' Percs, I had to tell him he gotta slow it up
I just got some drank, but it’s brown, still gon' pour it up
Uncle tried to dap me, but I dipped 'cause he not bro enough
Bro just got locked up 'cause these boys, they not low enough
He wan’ hit me up, wan' tap in, he not showin' up
Shawty kinda ugly, I see her, I start throwin' up
Throwin' all these bands, lil' bro, what you throwin' up?
[Verse 3: che]
I might throw my life away, give a f*ck about this rappin' sh*t
I don't give a f*ck if you a Pisces, b*tch, you gon' let me hit?
Now she mad 'cause I just wanna kill, What? You gon' throw a fit?
And I don't look like Michael Vick, but I might punch this b*tch
Slump the b*tch, hit the ho six times, we just gon' slump this b*tch
Jump the b*tch, got her by the throat, she look like jumping sh*t
Kill it from the back, I got some dookie on my thumb and sh*t
I just scammed a white n*gga named Tim, the way I'm dunkin' sh*t
Huh, f*ck, n*gga, bring it back 'cause I ain't finished
If I catch my n*gga cheating on his b*tch, I mind my business
If I f*ckin' call yo' mother, what you doing? (Washing dishes)
And the b*tch she bad at giving head, I'm pullin' out my britches
What's up, lil' ho? pus*y stinkin', now she swimmin' with the fishes
If you underage and f*ckin' with lil' ****, now you a witness
n*gga asking why you fat, look at yo' hand, it's two McChickens
And lil' ho, she from the westside, think her cousin name is Smithton

[Verse 4: Yvng MC]
This is not extortion
Scammed a white b*tch and her name was Lauren
Sturdy, metamorphic
We don't care, b*tch, we are not ignoring
You are not important
Two 3's on yo' back like Michael Jordan
We gon' really kill this lil' n*gga, this is not abortion
Mask on, mask off, Face tat'
Flag off, black off, face mask
Cat gon' bank off, lay flat
Black on black crime, stay mad
Living n*gga didn't go wait back
Back off, pow, pow, stay down
Blast off, mad dog, play now
n*gga look alive, lay down
You cannot spell "Who the damn greatest?" without M and E
Finna teach a lesson, push the b*tch like this is spelling bee
P, Q, R, S, T, huh, you are not street
A, B, C, D, E, F, b*tch, you not a G
We get to the loot, let us through , we got cheddar cheese
That b*tch on my di*k a demon, yeah, you know she ebony
Think you could run it up like me? I'm like, "n*gga please"
Asian b*tch said that she like the accent, I speak n*gganese
[Verse 5: Eli Juggz]
I been buying social numbers since seventeen
I got a stupid thick b*tch like frozen lean
I started scamming, stopped jugging 'cause the opps was mean
I dropped that ho because I found out that she f*cked the team
I just Peter-pickle-piped this b*tch
I could shoot with any type of sh*t
I ain't run 'cause we not typing sh*t
Like a dog getting bite, argh!
I'm tired of these n*ggas and they capping
When I spot 'em, they be capping (Look at me, I'm the captain now)
b*tch tryna f*ck with me 'cause I done got my racks up
Got this Glocky on my side, spin his block without no backup
I just sold a line of green for a hundred dollars
And I was f*ckin' on yo' sister for a hundred hours
Me and Grim been locked in
Still scammin', top ten
I'm not them, b*tch, I'm him
Shoutout Gib, my f*ckin' twin
Smokin' large, f*ck a twig
My money long like a whip
Hey, turn that off, sh*t is mid
b*tch, I'm gone in the wind

[Verse 6: CapzLock]
I just walked into the bank and now I'm cashin' out
I just scammed me for three opens that was passed around
Got the gas up in my lungs, guess it's gettin' loud
I just made like 20 bands just from scamming now
Now he asking for a feat', like who he think he is?
This that scammin' lifestyle, this the way I live
If he want his money back, I'm taking out his rib
I just swiped like 20 cards, now I'm getting rich
I just scammed you for the racks
Want a feature? Send in cash
But I ain't ever send 'em back
Get yo' girl, she in my lap
Taking flicks and use the flash
Steal yo' money, do the dash
You so broke, you need it back
Wanna open up my tax
Yeah, I been that, I'm the biggest rapper now
I just robbed this ATM, what's the cash amount?
I just swiped a couple cards and now I'm cashin' out
Finesse him three times, I'm the biggest scammer now
[Verse 7: HBK Ronny]
Yeah, and I'm still scamming
My Asian shooter on computers, RIP Bannon
b*tch want me to eat her out, but I don't eat salmon
No matter where my white plug is, scam him outta two Xans
Yeah, yeah, scam the car dealership
Pop a Perc' or sip, lil' b*tch, this how I deal with sh*t (Let's go)
And yo' mom, she gave me methods, now I'm really rich
Popped another bean, I smoke a blunt and now I'm really lit
Yeah, I pray to God I don't OD
I ain't tryna be up in the sky with my OG
I said, "I'm a Gemini," she said, "Don't approach me"
She said we misogynists, yeah, we hold the trophy
These hoes ain't sh*t (At all), but some sex toys
She gave me a back massage and now she makin' sex noises
I'm worried about homicide, he worried about his hemorrhoids
I don't know who need to hear this, but you can do it

[Verse 8: S6LTY]
Dumbass n*gga bought a feature, man, he really thought he gettin' it
Stupid ass n*gga, now he cryin' and regrettin' it
Every week goes by and that n*gga starts forgettin' it
"Oh sh*t, I'm falling off!" Huh, he starts remembering
But he di*k riding, man, he really is another you
n*gga took a damn L and he thought it was a W
Ha, stupid ass n*gga really lost a rack
Ha, dumb ass n*gga, you ain't getting sh*t back
Ya mama whipped yo' ass 'cause you used her credit card
Now she wanna f*ck with S6LTY 'cause his music go hard
But I don't blame her, I might have to f*ck around and take my shot and wanna play the games, b*tch, I'm not a f*cking gamer
Oh sh*t, you got a sister? I might f*ck around and date her
This n*gga broke as f*ck, they got him workin' as a waiter
I done took his money, now he turnin' to a hater
What the f*ck? n*gga, it ain't my fault you ain't got paper

[Bridge: Grim OX & Your Stepdad]
(Damn, Enby, run that sh*t up!)
I bet y'all thought we were done too
We still got Doowop on this b*tch, let's go
(1yvng)
Ayy, haha, look, ayy

[Verse 9: Your Stepdad]
I got this Asian persuasion, she got some stripes on her
No, it don't feel safe unless my brodie got some dykes on him
That n*gga not good, he just got hype on him
Only way he dealin' with a conflict is some typing or some rapping sh*t
Everything I say damn near a caption, b*tch
Blanco baby do right on her knees, I'm somethin' like Kaepernick
Giddy up on his block, we lay him down, I take his sleepin' beauty
I like beefing over money, but none of this doopis-booty
Candy shop lil' n*gga think he tough, but he just sweet and fruity
Think he tough, he just, huh, ayy, huh, ayy
They wanted Doowop on the cypher, I'm like f*ck it then
I can't be shoot— (Man, damn)
A'ight, they wanted Doowop on the cypher, I'm like f*ck it then
I can't be shootin', but for sure I'm getting buckets in
99 lil' problems on me, I'm still bringing hundreds in
Nine to five did nothin' for me, damn near bringin' nothin' in