Hustler Vs. Scammer lyrics

[Verse 1]
Seventeen with my own trap (With my own spot)
Talkin' to the hook, we don't condone that (We don't do that)
Talk to Siri, I don't need a f*ckin' road map
She on her period, she almost f*cked up the whole bag (She almost blew it)
And my watch, that's a whole thang (That's a whole brick)
I'm talkin' Fetty Wap, not no cocaine (Lil' n*gga)
Bought an eighth from unc' like I'm Rocaine (yeah)
Two liter pineapple, pour the whole thang
I can't f*ck with these n*ggas again (Uh-uh)
I'm married now, I'm done f*ckin' these b*tches again (I'm done)
Check my account, I just made me a ticket again (I just made another ticket)
I hit the baddest b*tches out in Michigan and I ain't give 'em sh*t (And I ain't give 'em sh*t)
You really got it out the mud, n*gga, lift your wrist (Lift it up)
Sippin' Wockhardt all day, now a n*gga stiff (Yeah)
I might buy a b*tch a bag if she talk right
It's funny how the shirt all black, but it's Off-White (Huh?)
Before we got this sh*t off rap, we got it off white (Yeah)
Cuttin' up a half a brick, we gon' be in this b*tch all night (n*gga)
Yeah, I'm the man, n*gga, face it (Face it)
The little sh*t you coppin' with, I spend it on a b*tch bracelet (Nothin')
I won't touch a b*tch if she basic (Nope)
I'm in a penthouse now, I came out the basement (I came out the basement)
I hit a brick with a hammer, huh, yeah
Had to hit a brick with a hammer, it was harder than the f*ckin' pavement
Bro stabbed me in the back, felt like it was Jason (Damn)
Endured so much pain, I just can't take it (I just can't take it)
She done jumped on this thang and she can't take it (sh*t, b*tch), yeah
[Verse 2]
Sellin' dope in front my granny crib, yeah (In front my granny house)
I sold dope with my whole family, n*gga, yeah (With my whole family, n*gga)
Grew up seein' gold chains and Caddies, n*gga, yeah (I grew up seein' sh*t)
Grew up seein' whole thangs and baggies, n*gga (What you know about it?)
Tried to tell my n*ggas get some money, f*ck that smoke (f*ck that smoke)
My n*gga tried to tell me do some scammin', f*ck that dope (Man, f*ck that dope sh*t)
I tried to tell my n*gga it's hard to change, it's all I know (My n*gga)
My n*gga told me we do whatever the f*ck we want (My n*gga)
I been prayin' to God, I been stressin' (Stressed out)
Been goin' through so much sh*t, man, I need a blessing (For real)
Brodie in the feds called, tellin' me keep rappin' (Hello?)
This sh*t ain't goin right, now I'm back passin' out these testers (I'm here)
My n*gga lost his life, now I'm back ridin' around with these weapons
Plug dropped the price, got a n*gga flyin' back out to Texas
I'm back overnight
Keep these pus*y n*ggas 'way from me, I ain't too social
n*ggas jump right in they feelings when they see you havin' motion, yeah (f*ck 'em)