Lyrics:
This is the diss track
Fuck you scum bag
This is the diss track
Fuck you scum bag
Coming up coming up
Yeah, 'c'est la vie
Moving on moving up
Heavy
scum bag shit
Jumpman kicks on the pedal, tryna get a bust down bezel
I bet it look good on the fellow, why you wanna go toe to toe with a rebel
I set
I tag
We act like scum bag
Me and the people that I tag
We act like scum bag
cnd I was lying when I say the last time that it will be the last time
bag boy
I get the mean
Scum bag boy
I get the mean
Life really ain’t what it seems
Scum bag boy
I get the mean...
YO!
How was that ?
you're a scum bag now!
Oh Michael, we were family!
Oh Michael, how could you betray me?
Oh Michael, how could you let me down?
Oh Michael, you're a scum
She told me I'm a scum bag
And to get out
I pack up all my things while
She shouts loud
Walking down the street
I still hear her
Something about my
mouth
Start to sober up and then I'm out
Go to buy some liquor
Pack-a-ports don't even kiss her
On my way out
Such a scum bag
Bag of xannies in my
back
Getting 2 bitches for the 1 make they backs crack
Now I just hit 21 dealer blackjack
40 round drum mag bitch I am a scum bag
Fuck around with me
tag tied around my neck
I'm a scum bag
So you don't need to show me no respect
Don't hide from me
Hide from me
Don't lie to me
Lie to me
I don't show no
settle for less
You're just a nobody
Scum bag, dumb ass, so wack
You're a total fuckin
Loser
Open your mouth my head hurts I can do so much better
I
Give me one reason to come back
You can not resist to be a scum bag
You always persist with your dumb act
You were so selfish I was stunned that
You
But this room is populated
And then heaven kinda gated
Ima' fuckin low life, scum bag, fucked up, piece of shit, asshole
(Aha)
I know right I done
to the details
Toast to the scum bags
Tell me I need help
Tell me I’m fucked up
Told me I need jail
Guess I forgot about us, how we felt
She blocked the phone
climax
That nigga there ain't gang, he a scum bag
Ooh
Popped a roxi
She topped me, outside of the coupe
Bitch artistic, her favorite color is fuchsia
She
She tells me I’m a scum bag.
Well ever since a rug rat I’ve been
Nothing else above that. My dreams
Got crushed up like my cans of beam. so Fuck
have scum bags
Hopping over fences trying to take
Pictures of your daughter
Jimmy kimmel put yourself in my shoes
… oh no that means
You would have
home
Why is everybody gettin' paranoid?
I's only havin' fun
Scum-bags and superstars
Tell me your names
I'll make a bet, you're
Both the same
I
nasty, breathe fire
Smell rotten, you're a liar
Sweat liquor, breathe snot
Eat garbage, spit blood
Diseased, health hazard
Scum bag, filthy
Cause you got me curious, you probably look better when your dead
Nine by the spine, (5th in the holst)
Scum bag it's them D-Block boys, daddy kissin'
California fall into the fucking ocean
Oh they talk to ya, oh your the town man
High profile Hollywood scum-bag
It's a done deal, signed and sealed
Deal
Shout out to all you dirt bags, NYU dirt bags
That's right scum suckers guess who's in the house?
I came here to lace you, you pigs, you get laced
they know I'm in it to ball
I'm getting it all making scum bags feel like scum
Like this one chick back in school she used to treat me so dirty
Treated
Kiss kiss puke hate rack suit riff raff
Bash slut mash butt beat that spic brat
Stab dyke snap neck kill punk scum bags
I got a right to light
terrified behind the
grisly slaughter
I'll take my time on this last scum bag
Knife in stomach, he's not dead yet
Carving up his body, gouge his fucking
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