Shame

Chop, chopping
And I might just break you off
What he pushing lame
The truth can't feed that to my dogs

This the legendary DJ SCREAM speaking
This the new movement, the new wave
LARRY LEAGUE motherfuckers
It's time to take off let's go

I know they smelling me
Fuck what he telling me
Pain where the pleasure be
Yung Bois go flex for me chop, chopping
And I might just break you off
What he pushing lame the truth can't
Feed that to my dogs trap pad is posh
I'm pouring drop up on the rocks
When I start to glo I'll watch
'em fly just like some moths
If I brought you just bought it and
That's half of what I got
It's a god damn shame they
Just lost they whole clout

It's a god damn shame you lost all your clout
It's a god damn shame your
Pockets in a drought
It's a god damn shame you try to plot on me
It's a god damn shame I'll
Have to wet your tee
Said these niggas think he's sweet cause
The beads in my hair
I'll fuck a nigga bitch with
These beads in my hair
I'll beat a nigga ass with
These beads in my hair
Carve a nigga like a pumpkin
If he get an assumption
Cherry red whip slide in when
I come to the function
And my wrist cost a grip
You can tell I'm stunting
And my bitch lips brown you
Can tell she been blunting
I cannot fuck with insta-niggas cause
These niggas be fronting

It's a shame, It's a shame
It's a god damn shame
We be taking what we get so
We get what we take
It's a shame, It's a shame
It's a god damn shame
Young boys late, couldn't wait
Get the hell out my face

I just took your shit, who to blame
Who to blame fame just popped up in my
Face I couldn't wait crop, crop, crop
Yeah that's all I fucking flip
Randy fucking pilot on these
Bitches landing strip
North Atlanta, North Atlanta
You ain't from North Atlanta
Pulled up blind side
Sandra Bullock in my fanta
Why I always stunt? I be
Drunk just like your aunt
Yachty got a rifle like we going on a hunt

This Bentley, ain't friendly
That work is savvy bitch chase my like Chevy
Finnesed her already
Hit a fucking lick and then I move
Fucked your main bitch then I snooze
Smoking on this dope
You can call me Carl Wheezer
Looking hella icy I just came
Up out the freezer
Fucked my money up catch me
Stroking through the check
My shooter cold blooded like
He came from Quebec