K-POP Lyrics Song

DumbfoundeadS.C.R.A.M

Scrizzy scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
Threw on a white T
and 501 jeans
Jammed everything
I can in my pockets
car keys
With a box of backwoods
weed card and my visa
I would never leave
the crib without these
bruh
Made my way out
my building
full of crackheads
Picked an eighth up
from the rasta
with the fat dreads
Couple daps now
I'm 'bout to go
and stack bread
Cause a closed mouth
don't get fed
that's what dad said
With that said
met up with the homie Breezy
Grabbed breakfast
got my eggs over-easy
Started plottin' 'bout the
next few months
Got a tour and an album
so we gotta move
son
They out to chit-chat
til the sky pitch black
But I'm busy S.C.R.A.M
Holla back
Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
Goin' heavy on the man
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Scrizzy scram
Crooked letter C ram
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Headed to my whip
give the valet man a tip
When I see a group of kids
and they askin' for a flick
So I pose they get close
but they takin' hella
minutes though
Let me guess
camera setting was on video
Traffic on the 10
get a call from my friend
While I'm talkin' on the phone
get pulled over by a pig
Like a dick he wrote a ticket
but I ain't losin' time at all
S.C.R.A.M
middle finger
while I'm drivin' off
To the studio
put him in a rap
Put his first middle
last name
number on his badge
That's a wrap mix it down
then release the fuckin' track
Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
don't tell me to relax
They out to chit-chat
til the sky pitch black
But I'm busy S.C.R.A.M
Holla back
Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
Goin' heavy on the man
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Scrizzy scram
Crooked letter C ram
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Okay we vibin' off the demo
I'm mobbin' with my kin folk
I made a left on Pico
To swoop this little nympho
We headed to the function
I love this bitch's steelo
I took her to the key club
We cut a gang of people
Easy access
homie I'm that good
Trees and capsules
liquor with handles
She's an actress
little miss Hollywood
Scenes on my mattress
iPhone classics
Damn isn't S.C.R.A.M
life fantastic
I said damn
don't we got a flight to catch
In the mornin'
drop the chick off
then I dips off
I'd rather listen to my hit song
They out to chit-chat
til the sky pitch black
But I'm busy S.C.R.A.M
Holla back
Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
Goin' heavy on the man
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Scrizzy scram
Crooked letter C ram
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Scrizzy scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
Threw on a white T
and 501 jeans
Jammed everything
I can in my pockets
car keys
With a box of backwoods
weed card and my visa
I would never leave
the crib without these
bruh
Made my way out
my building
full of crackheads
Picked an eighth up
from the rasta
with the fat dreads
Couple daps now
I'm 'bout to go
and stack bread
Cause a closed mouth
don't get fed
that's what dad said
With that said
met up with the homie Breezy
Grabbed breakfast
got my eggs over-easy
Started plottin' 'bout the
next few months
Got a tour and an album
so we gotta move
son
They out to chit-chat
til the sky pitch black
But I'm busy S.C.R.A.M
Holla back
Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
Goin' heavy on the man
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Scrizzy scram
Crooked letter C ram
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Headed to my whip
give the valet man a tip
When I see a group of kids
and they askin' for a flick
So I pose they get close
but they takin' hella
minutes though
Let me guess
camera setting was on video
Traffic on the 10
get a call from my friend
While I'm talkin' on the phone
get pulled over by a pig
Like a dick he wrote a ticket
but I ain't losin' time at all
S.C.R.A.M
middle finger
while I'm drivin' off
To the studio
put him in a rap
Put his first middle
last name
number on his badge
That's a wrap mix it down
then release the fuckin' track
Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
don't tell me to relax
They out to chit-chat
til the sky pitch black
But I'm busy S.C.R.A.M
Holla back
Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
Goin' heavy on the man
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Scrizzy scram
Crooked letter C ram
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Okay we vibin' off the demo
I'm mobbin' with my kin folk
I made a left on Pico
To swoop this little nympho
We headed to the function
I love this bitch's steelo
I took her to the key club
We cut a gang of people
Easy access
homie I'm that good
Trees and capsules
liquor with handles
She's an actress
little miss Hollywood
Scenes on my mattress
iPhone classics
Damn isn't S.C.R.A.M
life fantastic
I said damn
don't we got a flight to catch
In the mornin'
drop the chick off
then I dips off
I'd rather listen to my hit song
They out to chit-chat
til the sky pitch black
But I'm busy S.C.R.A.M
Holla back
Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
Goin' heavy on the man
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram
Scrizzy scram
Crooked letter C ram
I'm goin' heavy on the man
Scrizzy scrizzy scram scrizzy
Scrizzy scrizzy scram

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