ShittyBoyz - Scam GPS lyrics

(It's Bluestrip, baby) yeah, ha ha

Yeah, okay, let me catch the beat
On a scam trip
Won't stop till the quest complete
Blocky-ass blue Balenciagas
I got Tetris feet
Told the bitch suck my dick
Till the soul exit me
Caught a first class trip to
Cali with a extra seat
She ain't gotta beat it
You can tell she really feeling me
Feel like Derrick Henry
Made a thigh pad in Tennessee
Hoodie say "Friends"
Got a Glock for my enemies
Met a lil' bitch from the Saks
She on balls now walked in with the racks
Could'vе bought the mall out
You ain't do no balling
You just probably took the ball out
Pull up to her crib to rеally
Only knock her walls out
Three-five after three-five, I might fall out
Walking in with a fake check
Might have to jog out
Think I got a scam GPS
I took the fraud route
They gon' have to hopscotch his corpse
Got him chalked out
Bitch told me she don't suck dick
I damn near walked out
Caught a play out in the A
I'm like a hawk now
I'm thinking 'bout how many jacks I caught
I done lost count
Off White sneaks, scuff 'em once
They get tossed out i ain't have shit
Funny how it shit I talk now
Fuck yo lil' Scat, Dre Tracking
Get it hawked down tryna dap me up like I
Forgot when they talk down
Number one rule with these hoes
You do not hound
Either punching in the booth or
Somewhere punching up a card
Bitch, I'm blowing real za
I'm floating up there with the stars
When you was little playing house
I was running in the yard
Think I popped a V pill, bitch
I'm coming twice as hard
Brodie on the block and he
Ain't nothing like a guard
Think I'm kinda weird
Thumbing through it make me hard
Real life GTA, bust you jumping out the car
Yeah, you can use yo feet but
You ain't running off that far
You might think he is but, nah
They ain't dripping sauce like ours
I'm in the wrong pocket at the strip
I got to tossing cards
You really let that nigga think he
Crazy? He ain't even hard
You are not a killer if you scared
To end up with a charge
Off Wheezy on the shirt made by Abloh
Getting top in the whip, top gone
My socks gone all this Bitcoin
I could fuck around and stock broke
On the West gunslinging
Shoot him out his poncho
Shoot him out his poncho
Bitch, I got more cheese than a nacho
Yeah, like, yeah nigga, swear to