Scoop DeVille - Trynna f** Me Over lyrics

[Produced by Scoop DeVille] [Intro: Dyemond Lewis] I ain't gonna let them n***as touch me if I'm dirty, homie Dyemond came up out the rough, we do them dirty, homie [Hook: Dyemond Lewis] Y'all trynna f** me over They all trynna f** me over Y'all trynna f** me over They all trynna f** me over [Verse 1: Dyemond Lewis] n***as 'round you all got motives n***as 'round me know I'm good doley With the dime bag hidden in the compartment And no girl on the phone trynna start sh** Plus I gotta go back to this one-bedroom apartment And now the five-kids mom make me the target A lot of pain on my mind, no concussion Probably from the sh** that we got in production Don't you hate when n***as try to fit into discussion They ain't talking money or anything constructive I piss silver, I sh** gold I'm an alchemist, b**h, if you don't know And I keep it real G like the Masons do Plus I got the last name of a Mason too First name is a girl's best friend Big ol' booty, take her to the West End And it bounce with the jeans around the bubble I'm a Brooklyn n***a, blue Timbs, blue bubble coat But I don't trust them as far as I could throw 'em You can smoke with 'em, that don't mean that you know 'em I think they all trynna f** me over You can be the pimp, or the prostitute You can talk about it, or just execute I need your money, your b**h And if your ex is cute, then I'mma need her too [Hook: Dyemond Lewis] Y'all trynna f** me over They all trynna f** me over Y'all trynna f** me over They all trynna f** me over [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] Lately I've been trynna live, but sh** backwards Keep my legs behind my back while I pack the backwood Good sh**, no bad words Just bad girls with the good back work And these pussies be fronting, good actors Uh, they all trynna f** me over, and I ain't hearing half of it I'm smoking on a half of zip And frankly I'mma have to dip Honey and some Henny Mommy taste better when she have a sip Just have a sip, you ever have this sh** Trynna f** me over and over again I live for the highs then I'm sober again I'm living in the cell and I can show you the pen And I don't need to rock j**els when I be dropping these gems Dirty on the flow, back at it again I got 47 problems, coagulate to solve Life is like a fat spliff, face it with a fat lip It hits so nice, chase it with some Henny And a fat acid bad b**h with trippy habits She count my pretty pennies while I'm stacking up my actions 47 invading only capable with tactics Bust heads when I drop a tracklist I make 'em pop another tablet You can call that a smash hit Back to the future when I hit it from the back I'm way past this, making straight cla**ics, man They trynna f** me over for the longest, and I'm just laughing, n***a [Bridge: Dirty Sanchez] n***as trynna do me dirty, but I'm Dirty, homie n***as trynna do me dirty, but I'm Dirty, homie [Hook: Dyemond Lewis] Y'all trynna f** me over They all trynna f** me over Y'all trynna f** me over They all trynna f** me over [Outro: Dyemond Lewis] I ain't gonna let them n***as touch me if I'm dirty, homie Dyemond came up out the rough, we do them dirty, homie [Hook: Dyemond Lewis] Y'all trynna f** me over They all trynna f** me over Y'all trynna f** me over They all trynna f** me over