(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 'em
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