[Intro: Slump6s & Marrgielaa]
(The fuck goin' on, Maajins?)
Yeah, gang
Bah-bah-bah
Yeah, uh, I'm sick as fuck, n***a
Mm, mm

[Verse 1: Slump6s & Marrgielaa]
Just scammed a n***a for his bread, he a Goofy Goober
He ain't get his bread back, now that boy a school shooter
Shot up the school 'cause the teacher turned off my computer
I can fuck yo bitch, then I bought her a computer
I might fuck a bitch with no ankles, but I still maneuver
No mobile banking, I'ma fuck around and rob the Uber
I just saw my Uber, now I can't even get a ride
I slapped the fuck out my cousin 'cause he wanted me to die
Cough drop all in her mouth, in her damn jalooper
N***as say, "By thе boat," we know yo ass is not a shooter
Scammin' all the timе, I been ballin', but I'm not a hooper
I just scammed a black ass n***a named [?]
Scam a n***a for his V-Bucks, he a Skull Trooper
Punch a n***a off his skateboard, thought it was a scooter
I just punched a ugly ass n***a, look like Young Scooter
Bitch, I got my fund up 'cause I used to scam my fuckin' teachers
Scam all the time, man, I had to get my money up
Fat n***a saw my pockets, thought it was a honey bun
Fat n***a thought I stole the food, it was a bag of rocks
N***a thought I gave him a—, b-bitch, it was a boogie box
Rob a n***a out his lunch money, we can lunch box
Scammed a bald n***a out his check, he look like 2Pac
I'm fuckin' on a bitch so good, she thought that I had two cocks
I'm so fuckin' bored, I'm finna try and get some new opps
[Bridge: Slump6s]
MRS reader fuckin' up, it sound like, "Beep, bop"
12 tryna run up on my crib, I shot that two cops
N***a thought that shit was diamonds, n***a, that shit two rocks
Two bitches in the whip, I'm ridin' 'round with two chops

[Verse 2: Grim OX]
I just scammed his auntie, look like BabySantana
My brothers call me Thor 'cause I be ridin' with that hammer
Put a hole right through that boy like a fuckin' Kool-Aid Jammer
Slidin' through yo bitch's chimney, got me feelin' like I'm Santa
M-Me and lil' Dakota, they been knew we're famous scammers
Bitch, I'm married to the money, I don't need no wedding planner
Might as well just call me Photomath 'cause I got all the answers
White shooter walkin' 'round in khakis, think that his name Tanner
W-W-We be scammin' in our bed, you think that funny, huh?
Won't be laughin' when we take all of yo money, huh
Emptied all his savings, now you lookin' like a dummy, huh
Uh, now she tryna get lil' busy, that's a honey bun
People all up in my comments, yeah, that's wild
Go get you some money and stop worryin' 'bout mine
Why they keep on hatin', but then claimin' they my slime?
Killed this lil' verse and I ain't even have to try
Yeah, bitch, I'm reppin' [?]
One-oh-one racks on the watch, feel like Zoey, though
Don't play around with my shawty, though
Talkin' 'bout these bitches that you gettin', you ain't show me, though
Oh, but I ain't finished yet
Slayer77 also scammed me for some bread
What he gonna do? Go buy some crayons with that shit?
Called up me and 'Gielaa, famous scammers, now we fuckin' lit