Scam Fiesta – Trdee & BabyTron

[Intro:]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Eli

[TrDee:]
I ain’t win the finals but I’m in a room full of winners
On riding waves, really think yo team is full of swimmers
I’ll cuff a bitch when that nigga KD get the spinners
Seen his lil’ roll, boy, we know he spent that on a dinner
Bro don’t ever miss, I think it’s steady shooter Hall of Fame
See a opp and we gon’ turn 300, we gon’ let it bang
Shout-out to the bitch that fucked the gang, I won’t say yo name
Reaching for the strap, I think the opps is in the other lane

[BabyTron:]
Telegraming, getting active via cryptocurrency
Connection out in Europe, I been shipping shit to Germany
ShittyBoyz BabyTron, I know this lil’ bitch heard of me
Surf and turf, heard you eating chicken strips at Burger King
Have my shooter turn his bully on, he a combo guard
Have my shooter turn his fully on, he’ll stop yo heart
That secondhand punch line you using, that is not yo bar
I just want some throat, maybe pussy, nah, not yo heart

[TrDee:]
I’m not Kevin, why you mention love? I don’t affiliate
I’m not famous but I bet they know me, probably in yo state
I done fed niggas, now they probably looking at my plate
Pick up at eleven, bitch, you bet not be a minute late
Bitch exotic, weed exotic, live the Tiger King life
Baby caught me cheating, I’m like it ain’t what it seem like
Niggas all on go, I think I’m living with a green light
Whoa, my bitch like Vicky ’cause she rude and really mean, right?

[BabyTron:]
Filet mignon well done, where’s the Worcestershire sauce?
Racing fuel in the tank, skrrt off, burn the tires off
He ain’t seen the stick, nah, dude, we weren’t gon’ fight at all
She know I got that rich nut, this lil’ bitch tryna rob me raw
Bitch think I’m lying, nah, boo, I only keep it real
Express ship whatever, pieces slam like Shareef O’Neal
Really in my rap bag right now, that’s a easy mil’
Splashing through this bitch, big drip, thought my Fiji spill

[TrDee:]
Huh, scam fiesta, got some shells since you want some beef
I don’t see ’em out, opps make me feel like I can’t see
She like, “Damn, you that nigga, Dee”
I can put some niggas on yo dawg like they a fucking flea
Engine in the back, we in Cali riding ’round backwards
She gon’ let me hit it just because she wanna fuck a rapper
If yo life had badges, you would be a Hall of Fame capper
Life just like a book, I’m glad I made it through the bad chapter