(Scram Jones)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

It's muthafuckin' Hell Rell and you know you with the Dip-Dip-Dip

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset



Hook:

Y'all better call the cops, y'all better call the cops

What I'm doing is murder, y'all better call the cops

Won't let me in the club then y'all better call the cops

Put me in a Ferrari, it better be a drop

They said it was a crime to be so fly (fly)

Well put me in cuffs and read me my rights

They said it was a crime to be so fly (fly)

Well put me in cuffs and read me my rights

Dipset



Verse 1:

Okay, they feelin' him out there

There's no dead bodies but he killing 'em out there

And not to mention, I'm causing all the tension

With the '07 Coupe with the roof all missin'

And mami, shake it, shake it, move it all around

While I, cook it, bag it, move a couple pounds

It's just money, I'll spend a couple thou

To get your little itty bitty crew buried in the ground

It's paid for when you run wit' a star

I'm the type to throw a party right in front of my car

Pop the trunk for the music, pop a bottle of Patron

I get 'em all drunk then they all come home

They actin' hassaditty but they all wanna roll

I'm easy passin' by so I ain't worried 'bout the toll

So holla at me homie when you see me in that blue spur

We run the city, need a office next to Bloomberg



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Verse 2:

When I'm in the club, I don't lean, I don't rock

I tell the bitch it's goin' down like Yung Joc

I take her to my spot and take her to her spot

Then let her fix her weave then I kick her out the drop

And the neck is murder, 100 on the sleeve

And the word on the streets, I'm running with some G's

And uh, what's on his hip, it gotta be the heater

The jeans kinda crazy but you gotta see the sneakers

It's like magic how I get rid of the top

Now you see it, now you don't, I'm the sickest on the block

And I get it from my pops, your poppa was a rolling stone

Wherever he put his gun, that was his home

You see me in the zone, but no it's not the twilight

Nigga this is my life, restaurants, high price

If I see it and I like it, I might buy it twice

You love me now but you gon' hate me when I'm outta sight



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Verse 3:

911, we got a hazard outside

So many cars, it look like Jacob Javid outside

Beef by the bar, he wanna drag it outside

Homeboy, don't you know that automatic outside

I diddy-bop, I don't know how to dance

In the sky all day like I don't know how to land

I go to sleep, wake up in a different country

Don't understand the language, but I understand the money

You gangsta, we gon' see all about it

You gon' watch it on the news or you gon' read all about it

And I'm Ruger Rell so shorty what it is

Put this burner on ya kid in the stroller by his bib

No MTV Cribs but I'll show you how I live

Couple pots on the stove with baking soda in the fridge

And I bodied the mic and murdered the booth

I got them boys looking for me that be wearin' them suits

Yeah



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