Not A Scammer Video (MV)

I'm breaking down them grams, I am not a scammer He tryna make it stick with the arm and hammer
He a rookie to this shit, that boy got a manner Fear all of my power sitting up in that slammer
Videotrap for child maker, chicken for the camera Get chicken wings and fries when I'm in Atlanta
Hit Orange Beach with my bitch up in Alabama I can't believe my pops thought I was going to Stanford
Ma said, where you gonna make it, still ain't got no answer And Cali all in August, run a couple bands up
Get bozo the exotic for the price my pants is He flexing for a bitch to tell us where the bands is
Lil' shh call my phone, now we all start camping He's stuck if we don't hold his bitch out to a ransom
Them boys don't want no smoke, they don't want no cancer All I know is stay dangerous and taking chances
Me and my haters hungry and we getting antsy Drop a deuce and a ruby, I'm feeling fancy
I call my souls, they don't go when I'm in Miami I keep my gun on my hip, never in my fanny
I call my plug, I leave 5G, back to candy I'm so lit now, all my old hoes, they can't stand me
Go all in for my brothers, my money, my family Nobody bigger than we, he disrespect, how dare he
I'm around all the killers, you can't put no family Go and turn the volume up, I don't think y'all hear me
Play with the gangstas, shh, we gon' make it scary Don't call myself the GOAT, cause we is not divided
Ain't no different from my niggas, all my niggas violent You niggas talk too much, me and my niggas silent
Just saying stuff, don't care why, me and my niggas slotted Ain't gon' stop clicking on them till we hit them sirens
We keep it on they ass, still got money piling She mad about some Instagram shit, bitch, it's childish
I'm Mr. Put-That-Shit-On, I don't need no stylist
I'm Mr. Put-That-Shit-On, I don't need no stylist