Teejayx6 - Apple lyrics

Damn, Jonboi!

Just got a fire profile and
Logged into Credit Karma
Can't even get my haircut no more
'cause I done scammed my barber
I'm on the run for identity
Theft in Ann Arbor
Can't get no iPhones in the city
So I had to go to Bal Harbor
I get rich off banks
But they think a nigga money launder
Told my nigga whip a fake ID up
So now my name Parker
The feds kicked down my door
I broke my embosser
A nigga made a fake page to lurk me
He's a weird stalker

Bought an NBA player SSN
Turns out it's Tony Parker
Scratched the serial number off my
Gun with a Sharpie marker
You a lil' goofy-ass nigga
I should call you Maury
Scammed a college student who play
For the Michigan Spartans
She asked for the signature on the
Receipt and I put James Harden
Last time I flew out to Miami
Killed a nigga in Miami Gardens
Grandma was 'bout to beat my ass
'cause I stepped in her garden
I was too busy doing fraud
I came to school tardy
I just stole somebody credit card
At a house party
Take a fake ID picture and buy some dreads
Act like Bob Marley
He keep on pourin' all that yellow
He gon' turn to Cardi B
He fuckin' hoes without a condom
He gon' catch a STD
I just ran over a nigga on my new ATV
Still be Instagram juggin', like man
It's a lil' feast might sound crazy
But I robbed my own cousin named Marquis
He tried to flex on Instagram
But we knows that's a lease
Went to the machine so I
Could load my Bitcoin wallet
Bought a fire piece for only thirty
And sent myself a thousand
Before you try to swipe
Make sure you already got TOR browser
Feel bad for this jugg
He said I took his last money for college
I don't need no cash
Pay me all in cryptocurrency
I'm on the hunt for some juice right now
It's an emergency
Had to play dead on the way to the emergency
'Cause the pharm' said they outta
Beans right now, but man, i need some percs

Just got a fire profile and
Logged into Credit Karma
Can't even get my haircut no more
'cause I done scammed my barber
I'm on the run for identity
Theft in Ann Arbor
Can't get no iPhones in the city
So I had to go to Bal Harbor
I get rich off banks
But they think a nigga money launder
Told my nigga whip a fake ID up
So now my name Parker
The feds kicked down my door
I broke my embosser
A nigga made a fake page to lurk me
He's a weird stalker

My girlfriend wanna learn how to scam, baby
Just go to work
I only hang 'round the family
I should've been signed to Lil Durk
A white ham call my phone like
"You fuckin' jerk"
I make a thousand every hour, man
This shit is like clockwork