(Wait, turn that up, that′s a JAY C beat?)

(Mia Jay C)

(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don′t let yo bitch go, nigga)

Hand me the heavyweight belt, I'm the Scam Champ

I done touch two hundred X, I'm the Jack Man

Thinking that he big, turn him into Ant-Man

Bitch, I wouldn′t DC if I was Batman

Huh, and the whip look like a Batmobile

You drive a 2012, bitch, that ain′t a Scat, for real

"What's that noise in the back?" Rio cracked the seal

Caught him in the park and shot his ass, that′s a Jurassic kill

That means I turned him to a fossil

I'm in church banging this, I′m like, "Fuck some gospel"

In this bitch windpipe, I'm like, "Fuck some tonsils"

Shooter busting off the crotch rocket, clutching on the throttle

Huh, yeah, we on a different wave

Feds tried to hit bro with the book, he on a different page

Smart as hell, but when she giving head, she use a different brain

Skrrt-skrrt, swerving on your bitch in a different lane

ShittyBoyz X Flint, we talk dumb and dumber

Big four Nicky to the belly, this a tummy tucker

I ain′t gon' lie, if bro miss, he a lucky fucker

'Cause it got the beam and a scope, better duck and cover

Bro hit the water two times, that′s a déjà blue

If I could marry rap, dawg, I would say, "I do"

But I′m blessed off the scams like I said achoo

It would take more than a cape just to save your boo

Let me see a sandwich bag, I'm the Grand Champ

Me, Mike, and Tron already fucked this ho, Stan next

Finna hit six grams of tan and leave hand prints

Gotta put on gloves when I pack this shit like anthrax

Sold dope, had a job and robbed, I′ma scam next

Served Martin, fucked Gina twice, I want Pam next

He got a gun but he almost dropped it, 'cause his hands wet

Let him pop once, he going to sleep, fuck a Xanax

Flint niggas, but we fucking with the ShittyBoyz

Four Hellcats back to back, we the KittyBoyz

Say you dropping who when you see who? You a silly boy

Fucking on a scamming rich bitch, I′m a city boy

I don't go to sleep, when it rain, I make rain sleepy

Bought an eight of red from Big Lou, and let Dan drink it

Finna take off on these niggas, bitch, the train leaving

I ain′t buy these Guccis outta Saks, bitch, I came Neiman's

I spent a light band on 'em

Pop a nigga, fire up a square, then do my dance on ′em

Have bro ship you out west, I′m a land owner

Vans got eight hundred pressies, I think Dan want them

Bitch, now that's easy pay

New bitch got diabetes, I made her eat a cake

I ain′t even have to use a kitchen, it was Easy-Bake

Hit your Charger with a 50K, I'll make the Hemi break

Really plugged in, bitch, you got a shortage in your socket

Shot him in his hip and sent some lint soaring out his pocket

I′m in both conferences, rode to Florida with my rockets

Feel like Jackie Moon, I'm in Flint scoring like a Tropic

Tryna fight? You might as well skydive without a parachute

Bro, I think I′m sick of these hoes, pass the Theraflu

Big Russian 'K got more kick than a pair of shoes

I done scammed Marry, Betty, and Sarah too

Me and Mike just fucked the city up, nigga, we the greatest

Had to buy a Scat, ain't have enough, shit, the Demon eighty

AK baby with the stand, I need two lasers

One shot′ll leave you shitty, boy, you need a newspaper

Linked up with Stan, man, and BabyTron

Woke up today, and slapped fifty in the baby .9

Let a nigga move incorrectly, hit him eighty times

Forgot I had a .30 stuffed in my new baby mom