In Scoom We Trust

Who is that? Bounce out, where you goin'? Come here

Uh, uh, uh

See a opp, bend right out right the car, started lettin' off shots, ain't have my mask (Ain't have my mask)

Nah, this ain't real, this shit all props, the feds been on my ass (This shit all props)

Hoes don't want me 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 (I can make it a day)

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 (Nuh-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)

We ridin' in black trucks, fast as fuck, but I'm still masked up, hoes tryna see where we at (They know 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 her lil' ass how to 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 **** still runnin' (Where you goin'? Where you goin'?)

Nah, this not a MAC, bitch, this a switch, aka 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, "How 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 shit, let's see who blow that smoke

See a opp, bend right out right the car, started lettin' off shots, ain't have my mask

Nah, this ain't real, this shit all props, the feds been on my ass

Hoes don't want me 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'

Would say his name in this song, but I ain't gon' do it, just know lil' Kia boy checked