Dionysus

[Intro: ScrumbleMan]
Blrrp

[Verse 1: ScrumbleMan]
Mama like, "Boy, you grown as fuck, you still sippin' out that bottle"
I got cold and bad hoes, I hate the fact bitches that waddle
You could can me Dom' Toretto the way I'm fuckin' up the throttle
You would think I love the ho, the way I'm fuckin' on this model
Push button on the whip, the way it start, it take no key
Five percent on every car, I'm ridin' around lowkey
That is not a Scat, the emblem on your whip don't got no B
I got 'xoty in this 'Wood, granny think I rolled a tree

[Verse 2: Sweet T]
The center console in the SRT barely holds a P
Had to put this bitch in check, like who the fuck is "we"?
I don't sing, but my Glock should have been on Glee
Run up on Sweet, I'll have your pеople sayin' R.I.P
I'll give Dutch the go-ahеad to toss your body in the sea
I don't gotta slide him nothin', he'll do it for the free
Everytime I'm in the gun store, I go on a spree
I'm tryna own every model, from A down to Z

[Verse 3: ScrumbleMan]
All that talkin' shit you doin', please don't make me call Habibi
He want some clout, line him up, we gon' put his ass on TV
You got moissanite diamonds, I can tell you that ain't no VVs
All this paper in my house, you will think my shit got TP
Fuck a joint, grab a 'Wood, I'm tryna go and roll a log
You gotta crawl before you walk, you gotta walk before you jog
I got real drip, you won't find this shit up in the mall
This a five seven pistol for any nigga, think he tall

[Verse 4: Sweet T]
My shooter dressin' all black with the K like he's from ISIS
Irene's blowin' up my line, tryna find where the ice is
She gotta fill her vices, she don't care about the prices
Pourin' drank while I stir the pot, call me Dionysus
I always got the ups, I don't like level fields
I got one blicky pokin', and two more consealed
Olimer frame on the Glock, but the SIGs all steel
Run up on big Sweet, and get your shit peeled

[Verse 5: ScrumbleMan]
Runnin' up on big Scrum', I guaranteed yo' ass die
One puff from this 'Wood, I guaranteed yo' ass fly
I just fucked a bitch and then leave, I don't tell her bye
Then I block her for no reason, I don't tell the bitch why

[Verse 6: Sweet T]
Talkin' down on big Sweet, I'ma let the switch fly
I'm on the winnin' team, I could never switch sides
Bro used to have a Scat and now he gotta hitch rides
I used to push the striker, now I switch rides