text: Call me Scroll, get your ass rolled
  Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
  You dig?
  Nigga tryna take me out
  Better come wit an army or sumn
  I ball like a starter or sumn
  Holdin that fye like the Carter or sumn
  10 on my neck full of water of sumn
  I’m from the block where it’s hot in the summer
  Whole lotta raids the Feds did a sweep
  You a whole rat nigga you squeak
  I been poppin pain peels for a week
  Balance it out went exotic my weed
  I got the gas for the low it’s cheap
  Hit from the back And put shawty to sleep
  You know I’m not tryna be front street
  Please do not put me on yo IG
  I’m hittin her rear we change seats
  They ran out of woods ok game leaf
  All of these chains they strangling me
  Cuban link like a nigga in Slavery
  I aint payin attention to all da make belief
  Keep me a Glock cause I know that they hate on me
  Stayed downed for this shit waited patiently
  I’m in Miami I go where the Haitians be
  Strapped reach & I’m off wit a limb
  Ballin hard like I’m in a gym
  Gettin Guap ion shoot shots in DM
  I see the hate in yo heart I’m on 10
  Pop her a perky I got her on 10
  I’m haven’t plenty shots for many men
  He try to play & we gone finish him
  Talkin that shit like I eat round the rim
  I feel like Tony Montana I’m high like a blimp
  The World is Yours ima get me some M’s
  Slatt invading yo shit like Zim
  Green diamonds live my life like a Sim
  Ima go get me some racks today I cannot hate cause I am not him
  I ain’t goin back and forth bout a bitch nigga havin smoke and we drop a pin
  Take ya bitch on a date wit the backend
  Walkin in late wit the backend
  You know it’s 5k for a show now
  Hoes on me everywhere I go now
  I can’t fall in love, I don’t know how
  They searching everybody but the rapper
  So everywhere I go I got the pole now
  But you know I still had it before
  Tell my bitch take her ass to the store
  Get some vacuum seal bags for the bows
  Never goin out sad bout a hoe
  She look like Cassie, I’m Diddy
  2 bitches they dykin and rollin
  I just went up on my show price
  I just went n iced out my Rollie
  I took his gun cause he owed me
  Don’t know if it’s clean or its stolen
  But before I get caught ima throw it
  They know what I’m bout ima blow it
  I’m on the plane rocking my chains causing a lot of commotion
  I just met the plug he think that we friends
  Soon as he try me it’s over
  Charged too much so it’s free no
  Bring it to the gang let em eat now
  The price going up I ain’t cheap now
  You wanna talk you gotta pay a fee now
  You fuck around be police or sumn
  I just hit the mall bought my nieces sumn
  I keep running laps around rap niggas
  Somebody come rub my feet or sumn
  Ain’t no slowin down ima keep it comin
  Wasn’t nobody fwm this summer
  I’m on a whole nother wave now like I’m in the muhfuckin sea or sumn
  I can run a route while I’m sleep
  Still go and wrap up a P
  Take 10 throw em in the box
  Send them bitches back add the fee
  When them bitches touchdown we sing