In Scoom We Trust lyrics

[Intro]
Who is that? Bounce out, where you goin'? Come here
Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
See a opp, bend right out right the car, started lettin' off shots, ain't have my mask (Ain't have my mask)
Nah, this ain't real, this sh*t all props, the feds been on my ass (This sh*t all props)
Hoes don't want me for me, that love be fake, they want me for my bag (For my bag)
I love the life I live, but it come with risks, any day can be my last (I can make it a day)
Pull up to the lo', we gon' camp out, wait 'til he come out, bounce out, put him to rest (Grr)
Them cutters 'nem really give head taps, knock his whole sh*t back, boy, ain't no need for vest (Nuh-uh, it head tap)
Don't play with my gang 'cause you'll stretched, tote Glock with a switch and it come with a Vec' (Grr)
I would say his name in this song, but I ain't gon' do it, just know lil' Kia boy checked (His ass died)

[Verse]
We ridin' in black trucks, fast as f*ck, but I'm still masked up, hoes tryna see where we at (They know where we at)
Nah, I ain't gotta act tough or I gotta call for backup, I'll show you I'm a vet (This sh*t real)
If he play foul, we gon' give him a TEC
"Lil Scoom, what you smokin'?" I'm smokin' on Wreck
Beat her lil' back in, show her lil' ass how to act, then she get my name on her neck (My name on her neck)
But f*ck it, they in the car, I'm out of steel dumpin' (Grr)
How the f*ck it's 2024? Them n*ggas still runnin' (Where you goin'? Where you goin'?)
Nah, this not a MAC, b*tch, this a switch, aka real button (A real button)
I hate hoes who slide in my DMs and they ass ain't on nothin' (Lil' b*tch, watch out)
Time to slide, Lil Will hit my phone, text me, "How we comin'?" (How we comin', twin?)
TY tweakin', yeah, he on that car, but lil' bro over clutchin' (Chill out, chill out)
Cuffin' sl*ts, we ain't doin' that, these b*tches over f*ckin' (They ass f*ckin')
We play ball, f*ck rap, b*tch, we slidin', the opps, they ass steady duckin' (Skrrt, grr)
On that block, we jump out with Glocks, but I get over low (Ayy, I'm low)
Sit back, listen, teach you how to beat the system, don't talk, play it slow (Ayy, don't say nothin')
Trustin' hoes, you gon' get backdoored 'cause they gon' drop the lo' (They droppin' lo's)
They want war with us, ain't scared of sh*t, let's see who blow that smoke
[Chorus]
See a opp, bend right out right the car, started lettin' off shots, ain't have my mask
Nah, this ain't real, this sh*t all props, the feds been on my ass
Hoes don't want me for me, that love be fake, they want me for my bag
I love the life I live, but it come with risks, any day can be my last
Pull up to the lo', we gon' camp out, wait 'til he come out, bounce out, put him to rest
Them cutters 'nem really give head taps, knock his whole sh*t back, boy, ain't no need for vest
Don't play with my gang 'cause you'll stretched, tote Glock with a switch and it come with a Vec'
Would say his name in this song, but I ain't gon' do it, just know lil' Kia boy checked