"Scoom Style (Tay B Style Remix)" lyrics
Frr
(MIA JAY C)
Fah, fah, fah
Frr, frr, frr, frr
Uh, uh
Drop a diss, I'm on your ass, you finna get exposed (Come here)
So many guns up to his head and they had took his pole (Frr)
That's not just it, let's talk about how y'all be sharin' clothes (Go)
You want me dead, well, come do it yourself, lil' nigga, you got my lo' (Go, go)
You had your gun and seen my face and, nigga, still ain't blow (Blow)
Stop makin' disses, come get back 'cause we up on the score (We up)
You hop right out and got blew down, now tell me if I'm lyin' (Frr)
And Fazo ass dirty as hell with that big-ass nose
Let's talk about how lil' bro beat you, knock you off your toes (Bah)
Them niggas mad 'cause now we up and we took all they hoes (Ha)
Talkin' 'bout I'm next on Squiid, boy, you dumb as hell (Dummy)
You broke as fuck and on your homie, you can't up no roll (Can't)
Go bank for bank, them niggas can't 'cause they ain't got no funds (Uh-uh)
Do shit for clout, man, stop the bap, we know y'all really bums (Y'all bums)
Let's be for real, you had some shots, you were just scared as hell (Frret)
Hop in the car and went back home, nigga, without your gun (Ah)
You like to troll all on the 'net 'cause you think that shit fun (Dummy)
Ain't squashin' beef, I want you dead, until then, we ain't done (Frr)
I'm disrespectful, fuck your homie, he all in my lungs (Go)
And that lil' bitch you wifin' on, my dick all in her gums (Go, go)
The type of nigga to fuck your sister, then nut on her tongue (Come here)
Might put the switch on this new Glock, TY threw me the drum (Frr, bah)
You with your bitch, okay, that's cool, I smack her on her buns
Might as well call me your pops 'cause, nigga, you my son (Son)
We ain't beefin', you a goofy, nah, you ain't my opp (Nuh-uh)
How we beefin' or at war if y'all ain't send no shots? (Huh?)
Get off my dick, your ass a fan, you know know I'm lit as fuck (Fan)
Can't wait to bump, the Draco dump and hit him in his top (Frr, bah)
He can't wait until I drop, man, just stop the bap (Bap)
Before you talk, look at your teeth, with that big-ass gap (Ah)
I'm out in traffic, on your shit, pistol on my lap
I catch him lackin', pistols clappin', we gon' leave him wrapped (Bah, grrah, grrah)
Stop the cap, you OT, I'm in the 'Raq (I'm in the 'Raq)
Showin' poles, boy, get back, you got some bread, boy, up your sack (Give me that)
Get your bitch, she tryna fack, tryna turn you to a pack (Uh)
Bump my shit 'cause I can't lie, you drop a diss, man, that shit wack, pussy (Go, go, go)
(MIA JAY C)
Fah, fah, fah
Frr, frr, frr, frr
Uh, uh
Drop a diss, I'm on your ass, you finna get exposed (Come here)
So many guns up to his head and they had took his pole (Frr)
That's not just it, let's talk about how y'all be sharin' clothes (Go)
You want me dead, well, come do it yourself, lil' nigga, you got my lo' (Go, go)
You had your gun and seen my face and, nigga, still ain't blow (Blow)
Stop makin' disses, come get back 'cause we up on the score (We up)
You hop right out and got blew down, now tell me if I'm lyin' (Frr)
And Fazo ass dirty as hell with that big-ass nose
Let's talk about how lil' bro beat you, knock you off your toes (Bah)
Them niggas mad 'cause now we up and we took all they hoes (Ha)
Talkin' 'bout I'm next on Squiid, boy, you dumb as hell (Dummy)
You broke as fuck and on your homie, you can't up no roll (Can't)
Go bank for bank, them niggas can't 'cause they ain't got no funds (Uh-uh)
Do shit for clout, man, stop the bap, we know y'all really bums (Y'all bums)
Let's be for real, you had some shots, you were just scared as hell (Frret)
Hop in the car and went back home, nigga, without your gun (Ah)
You like to troll all on the 'net 'cause you think that shit fun (Dummy)
Ain't squashin' beef, I want you dead, until then, we ain't done (Frr)
I'm disrespectful, fuck your homie, he all in my lungs (Go)
And that lil' bitch you wifin' on, my dick all in her gums (Go, go)
The type of nigga to fuck your sister, then nut on her tongue (Come here)
Might put the switch on this new Glock, TY threw me the drum (Frr, bah)
You with your bitch, okay, that's cool, I smack her on her buns
Might as well call me your pops 'cause, nigga, you my son (Son)
We ain't beefin', you a goofy, nah, you ain't my opp (Nuh-uh)
How we beefin' or at war if y'all ain't send no shots? (Huh?)
Get off my dick, your ass a fan, you know know I'm lit as fuck (Fan)
Can't wait to bump, the Draco dump and hit him in his top (Frr, bah)
He can't wait until I drop, man, just stop the bap (Bap)
Before you talk, look at your teeth, with that big-ass gap (Ah)
I'm out in traffic, on your shit, pistol on my lap
I catch him lackin', pistols clappin', we gon' leave him wrapped (Bah, grrah, grrah)
Stop the cap, you OT, I'm in the 'Raq (I'm in the 'Raq)
Showin' poles, boy, get back, you got some bread, boy, up your sack (Give me that)
Get your bitch, she tryna fack, tryna turn you to a pack (Uh)
Bump my shit 'cause I can't lie, you drop a diss, man, that shit wack, pussy (Go, go, go)
