In Scoom We Trust

[Intro]
Who is that? Bounce out, where you goin'? Come here
Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
See a opp, bend right out right the car, started lettin' off shots, I ain't had my mask (Ain't had my mask)
Nah, this ain't real, this shit all props, the feds been on my ass (This shit all props)
Hoes don't work for me, that love be fake, they want me for my bag (For my bag)
I love the life I live, but it come with risks, any day can be my last
Pull up to the lo', we gon' camp out, wait 'til he come out, bounce out, put him to rest (Grr)
Them cutters 'nem really give head taps, knock his whole shit back, boy, ain't no need for vest (Nah-uh, it head tap)
Don't play with my gang 'cause you'll stretched, tote Glock with a switch and it come with a Vec' (Grr)
I would say his name in this song, but I ain't gon' do it, just know lil' Kia boy checked (His ass died)

[Verse]
We ridin' in black trucks, fast as fuck, but I'm still masked up, hoes tryna see where we at (Where we at)
Nah, I ain't gotta act tough or I gotta call for backup, I'll show you I'm a vet (This shit real)
If he play foul, we gon' give him a TEC, "Lil Scoom, what you smokin'?" I'm smokin' on Wreck
Beat her lil' back in, show a lil' ass or the act then, she get my name on her neck (My name on her neck)
But fuck it, they in the car, I'm out of steel dumpin' (Grr)
How the fuck it's 2024? Them niggas still runnin' (Where you goin'? Where you goin'?)
Nah, this not a MAC, bitch, this a switch, aka a real button (A real button)
I hate hoes who slide in my DMs and they ass ain't on nothin' (Lil' bitch, watch out)
Time to slide, Lil Will hit my phone, text me, "Who we comin'?" (How we comin', twin?)
TY tweakin', yeah, he on that car, but lil' bro over clutchin' (Chill out, chill out)
Cuffin' sluts, we ain't doin' that, these bitches over fuckin' (They ass fuckin')
We play ball, fuck rap, bitch, we slidin', the opps, they ass steady duckin' (Skrrt, grr)
On that block, we jump out with Glocks, but I get over low (Ayy, I'm low)
Sit back, listen, teach you how to beat the system, don't talk, play it slow (Ayy, don't say nothin')
Trustin' hoes, you gon' get backdoored 'cause they gon' drop the lo' (They droppin' lo's)
They want war with us, ain't scared of that shit, let's see who blow that smoke

[Chorus]
See a opp, bend right out right the car, started lettin' off shots, I ain't had my mask
Nah, this ain't real, this shit all props, the feds been on my ass
Hoes don't work for me, that love be fake, they want me for my bag
I love the life I live, but it come with risks, any day can be my last
Pull up to the lo', we gon' camp out, wait 'til he come out, bounce out, put him to rest
Them cutters 'nem really give head taps, knock his whole shit back, boy, ain't no need for vest
Don't play with my gang 'cause you'll stretched, tote Glock with a switch and it come with a Vec'
I would say his name in this song, but I ain't gon' do it, just know lil' Kia boy checked