Peezy - We Don't Scam lyrics

(Okay, KMoney)
Dope boys, no scammin' on my section
Ayy, can you yeah, okay
(This that Ghetto Boyz, IUR, Wavy Gang
MCB shit)
(This that motherfuckin' One Mob shit
We on that Oakland shit, Detroit niggas)
Ayy

Fell down, but I'm back on my two feet again
(My two feet again)
If rap fail, I'ma go buy me two keys again
(Two bricks) i'm back at home and I'm back
Lockin' up the streets again (And I'm back)
If you ain't with me, nigga
You may never eat again (Uh, huh)
Long live my nigga Soda 'til we meet again
(My dog)
Watch your dog, uh, catch me if I fall, uh
(Catch me if I fall)
Free my nigga, I pick up soon as he call, uh
(Pick up)
He just wanna hear stories 'bout how I ball
Uh (Hey, hey)
I make it look easy, this shit was hard
Though (This shit was hard, nigga)
The streets left me scarred and
They broke my heart too
(They broke my heart)
Found out my ex-bitch was
Fuckin' with my mans (Damn)
And he ain't even come tell me
I found out through the 'Gram
(Hold up, bruh)
Was sick for a minute, you still my dog
Though (You still my nigga, though)
No love for these bitches
That's why I dog hoes (Fuck a bitch)
I grew up in them trenches
That's what we call home (yeah)
Where niggas' mamas used to say
"My son can't hang around y'all" (Uh, huh)
Yeah, I done did some shit
I can't come back from (Nah)
Fucked up my whole damn bag
Had to get back up (Had to get back up)
I done got into it with niggas
Ain't call for backup (I didn't)
They ain't wanna give us respect
We had to whack somethin'
Used to buy dope from OGs
They tried to tax me (They tried to tax me)
Used to try to hit up them
Hoes, they ain't hit back, e
(Damn) now when we pop out at the club
They think we athletes (Ballin')
Now I hit these hoes with two rubbers
They wanna trap me (Uh)
Yeah, all I ask is that you
Keep it G no matter what (Keep it gangster)
If that's too much to ask for, my G
Then get the fuck
Ain't see me when I was down
Now you can't see me 'cause I'm up (Nope)
You only come around when it's convenient
That ain't love (Boy)
Had to get it how I live, that was in blood
Yeah (That was in blood)
Bloody double cup of red, we call that mud
Yeah (We call that mud)
Fuck that blood shit, I fell out with my cuz
Yeah (Fuck my cuz)
Don't give a fuck, you take from
Me, I crack your skull, yeah
Chrome Heart glasses on my face
You see the skull heads (You see that shit)
She wanna take the whole thing
Come ride a bull, yeah
(Hey, hey)
New Rich Porter out the D, I'm paid in full
Yeah (I'm paid in full)
Put on for the 6, I'm like Chapo in my hood
Yeah (Uh)
They told me I can't hang around no felons
Huh? (Damn)
They told me I can't be around no weapons
Naw better not catch you pussy boys
Off in my section, naw
(Nigga) neck so fuckin' froze, caught a
Cold wearin' my necklace, dog
(Shit)
Pull up with my shooter, let him test it out
(Let him test it)
He nodded off with one eye closed
It must be Fetty Wap phone ringin'
My bitch ask me who I'm textin' now (Hello?)
My Mexican
He on his way up here from Texas now
(I'm waitin' on you)
Retired from sellin' dope
It wasn't no exit route
(It wasn't no end route)
Now I get paid to rap
On stage, that's a blessing, huh?
(We in now) she fucked me and just left
Ain't even tell me bye (Why?)
You hate me for no fuckin' reason
Can't even tell me why (Broke boy)
I done been frontline so many
Times and I ain't lyin' (yeah)
Been through hell and back
But no complaints, and I ain't cryin'
(Real nigga) bought so many watches
I can't keep up with the time (Shit)
Had so many cars that I don't
Know what else to drive (Hey, hey)
Ain't got too many friends
'cause I ain't friendly, bitch
(Naw, I ain't friendly, bitch)
Boy, go read my file, I stand on business
Bitch (Stand on business, bitch)
I send a hit 'bout David
Wesson, that's my nigga, bitch
(That's my nigga, bitch)
Went and got them M's and brought
'em right back to the trenches, bitch
(Hey, hey) stack it to the ceiling
Can't afford to take no days off
I'm tryna get it nodded in the trap
I woke up and seen my skizzy
And like sixty-two grams in
My twelve-twelve skinnies
Flip phone hangin' 'round my neck
Carhartt on in a blizzard
That's what we wear when we get busy
Pull up on the block
Hit the lights and park the van
That's my white boy, he pay
One-twenty for a gram, ayy
We sell weed and we don't scam, bitch
We sell dope, no, we don't scam, yeah
In my section, I'm the man, yeah
Don't make me bust your motherfuckin' head
Woo