S.C.R.A.M.

Scrizzy, scrizzy S.C.R.A.M
 Threw on a white T and
 501 jeans
 Jammed everything I can in my pockets, car keys
 box of backwoods
 , weed, card, and my visa
 I would never leave the crib without these, bruh
 Made my way out my building full of crackheads
 Picked an eighth up from the rasta with the fat dreads
 daps
 now I'm 'bout to go and
 stack bread
 Cause a closed mouth don't get fed, that's what dad said
 With that said, met up with the homie
 Breezy
 Grabbed breakfast, got my eggs over-easy
 Started plotting 'bout the next few months
 Got a tour and an album so we gotta move, son
 [Hook]
 They out to chit-chat til the sky pitch black
 But I'm busy, S.C.R.A.M
 Holla back
 Going heavy on the man
 I'm going heavy on the man
 Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram, scrizzy
 Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram
 I'm going heavy on the man
 Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram, scrizzy
 Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram
 whip
 , give the valet man a tip
 When I see a group of kids and they asking for a flick
 So I pose, they get close, but they taking hella minutes though
 Let me guess, camera setting was on video
 Traffic on the 10
 , get a call from my friend
 While I'm talking on the phone, get pulled over by a
 pig
 Like a dick he wrote a ticket
 , but I ain't losing time at all
 S.C.R.A.M, middle finger while I'm driving off
 put him in a rap
 Put his first, middle, last name, number on his badge
 That's a wrap, mix it down, then release the fucking track
 [Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M] don't tell me to relax
 Okay, we vibing off the demo
 I'm mobbing with my kin folk
 Pico
 To swoop this little nympho
 We headed to the function
 I love this bitch's steelo
 I took her to the key club
 We cut a gang of people
 Easy access, homie I'm that good
 Trees and capsules, liquor with handles
 She's an actress, little miss Hollywood
 Scenes on my mattress, iPhone classics
 Damn, isn't S.C.R.A.M life fantastic
 I said damn, don't we got a flight to catch
 In the morning, drop the the chick off, then I dips off
 I'd rather listen to my hit song