Peezy - We Don’t Scam lyrics

[Intro] (Okay KMoney) Dope boys, no scammin' on my section Ayy, can you— yeah, okay (This that Ghetto Boyz, IUR, Wavy Gang, MCB sh*t) (This that motherfu*kin' One Mob sh*t, we on that Oakland sh*t) (Detroit ni**as) Ayy [Verse] Fell down, but I'm back on my two feet again (My two feet again) If rap fail, I'ma go buy me two keys again (Two bricks) I'm back at home and I'm back lockin' up the streets again (And I'm back) If you ain't with me, ni**a, you may never eat again (Uh-huh) Long live my ni**a Soda 'til we meet again (My dog) Watch your dog, uh, catch me if I fall, uh (Catch me if I fall) Free my ni**a, I pick up soon as he call, uh (Pick up) He just wanna hear stories 'bout how I ball, uh (Hey, hey) I make it look easy, this sh*t was hard, though (This sh*t was hard, ni**a) The streets left me scarred and they broke my heart too (They broke my heart) Found out my ex-b*tch was fu*kin' with my mans (Damn) And he ain't even come tell me, I found out through the 'Gram (Hold up, bruh) Was sick for a minute, you still my dog, though (You still my ni**a, though) No love for these b*tches, that's why I dog hoes (fu*k a b*tch) I grew up in them trenches, that's what we call home (Yeah) Where ni**as' mamas used to say, "My son can't hang around y'all" (Uh-huh) Yeah, I done did some sh*t I can't come back from (Nah) fu*ked up my whole damn bag, had to get back up (Had to get back up) I done got into it with ni**as, ain't call for backup (I didn't) They ain't wanna give us respect, we had to whack somethin' Used to buy dope from OGs, they tried to tax me (They tried to tax me) Used to try to hit up them hoes, they ain't hit back, E (Damn) Now when we pop out at the club, they think we athletes (Ballin') Now I hit these hoes with two rubbers, they won a track meet (Uh) Yeah, all I ask is that you keep it G no matter what (Keep it gangster) If that's too much to ask for, my G, then get the fu*k Ain't see me when I was down, now you can't see me 'cause I'm up (Nope) You only come around when it's convenient, that ain't love (Boy) Had to get it how I live, that was in blood, yeah (That was in blood) Bloody double cup of red, we call that mud, yeah (We call that mud) fu*k that blood sh*t, I fell out with my cuz, yeah (fu*k my cuz) Don't give a fu*k, you take from me, I crack your skull, yeah Chrome Heart glasses on my face, you see the skull heads (You see that sh*t) She wanna take the whole thing, come ride a bull, yeah (Hey, hey) New Rich Porter out the D, I'm paid in full, yeah (I'm paid in full) Put on for the 6, I'm like Chapo in my hood, yeah (Uh) They told me I can't hang around no felons, huh? (Damn) They told me I can't be around no weapons, naw Better not catch you pussy boys off in my section, naw (ni**a) Neck so fu*kin' froze, caught a cold wearin' my necklace, dog (sh*t) Pull up with my shooter, let him test it out (Let him test it) He nodded off with one eye closed, it must be Fetty Wap Phone ringin', my b*tch ask me who I'm textin' now (Hello?) My Mexican, he on his way up here from Texas now (I'm waitin' on you) Retired from sellin' dope, it wasn't no exit route (It wasn't no end route) Now I get paid to rap on stage, that's a blessing, huh? (We in now) She fu*ked me and just left, ain't even tell me bye (Why?) You hate me for no fu*kin' reason, can't even tell me why (Broke boy) I done been frontline so many times and I ain't lyin' (Yeah) Been through hell and back, but no complaints, and I ain't cryin' (Real ni**a) Bought so many watches, I can't keep up with the time (sh*t) Had so many cars that I don't know what else to drive (Hey, hey) Ain't got too many friends 'cause I ain't friendly, b*tch (Naw, I ain't friendly, b*tch) Boy, go read my file, stand on business, b*tch (Stand on business, b*tch) I send a hit 'bout David Wesson, that's my ni**a, b*tch (That's my ni**a, b*tch) Went and got them M's and brought 'em right back to the trenches, b*tch (Hey, hey) Stack it to the ceiling Can't afford to take no days off, I'm tryna get it Nodded in the trap, I woke up and seen my skizzy And like sixty-two grams in my twelve-twelve skinnies Flip phone hangin' 'round my neck, Carhartt on in a blizzard That's what we wear when we get busy Pull up on the block, hit the lights and park the van That's my white boy, he pay one-twenty for a gram, ayy We sell weed and we don't scam, b*tch We sell dope, no, we don't scam, yeah In my section, I'm the man, yeah Don't make me bust your motherfu*kin' head, woo