S.C.R.A.M
Dumbfoundead

[Intro]

Scrizzy, scrizzy S.C.R.A.M

[Verse 1]

Threw on a white T and 501 jeans

Jammed everything I can in my pockets, car keys

With a 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

Couple 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

Scrizzy S.C.R.A.M

Going heavy on the man

I'm going heavy on the man

Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram, scrizzy

Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram

Scrizzy scram

Crooked letter C ram

I'm going heavy on the man

Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram, scrizzy

Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram

[Verse 2]

Headed to my 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

To the studio, 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Okay, we vibing off the demo

I'm mobbing with my kin folk

I made a left on 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

[Hook]

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