Rob & Scam versuri

Versuri DJ Scheme & Juice WRLD – Rob & Scam lyrics

[Intro]
Count up M’s
Oh
Ayy, Scheme, you killed it

[Chorus]
Haha, rollin’ up five grams
There’s twenty-two bands and a blunt in my hand
She say that money won’t make her dance
But for the dope she’ll fuck my mans
I remember I was takin’ them Xans
Wastin’ away, I ain’t have no plans
Now I’m rich as a bitch, goddamn (Goddamn)
Thank God, I don’t gotta rob and scam

[Verse 1]
Who them niggas? Boy, they not your friends
But as long as you got money, they gon’ be all in
All up in yo’ pockets, sayin’, „Spend, spend, spend”
All of y’all can stop it, I don’t like pretend
Pockets gettin’ fatter, niggas shit on wheat thin
A couple hundred for appearance, that’s beforе the backend
Four black trucks when wе pull in
I’m lovin’ how I’m livin’ ‘cause I’m over average
Five-SeveN, yeah, my FN
Ten headshots, aim over average
My lady be my best friend
I give her it all because I love that bitch (Bitch)

[Chorus]
Haha, rollin’ up five grams
There’s twenty-two bands and a blunt in my hand
She say that money won’t make her dance
But for the dope, she’ll fuck my mans
I remember I was takin’ them Xans
Wastin’ away, I ain’t have no plans (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now I’m rich as a bitch, goddamn (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Goddamn)
Thank God, I don’t gotta rob and scam

[Verse 2]
Listen, I remember watching Viva La Bam
Kickflip, to a board slide, goddamn
Huh, I remember watching Belly in a trance
My girl just like Kisha, she be thumbing through them bands
Uh, yeah, smokin’ chronic, got designer on my body
I start to get demonic, when I’m rollin’ on the molly
But I don’t need a pill to get trill, and catch a body
It’s only if a nigga try me, I ain’t come to hurt nobody
Choppa got a kick, like it know karate
I’ma put my dick inside your mommy
That mean I’m a gun totin’, motherfucker
Ridin’ ‘round in the moonlight, midnight runner

[Chorus]
Haha, rollin’ up five grams
There’s twenty-two bands and a blunt in my hand
She say that money won’t make her dance
But for the dope she’ll fuck my mans
I remember I was takin’ them Xans
Wastin’ away, I ain’t have no plans
Now I’m rich as a bitch, goddamn
Thank God, I don’t gotta rob and scam