Steffin Jones - Scooby Doo Lyrics

I just wanna roll around the city
Both the whip and me rolling litty
Lets hit the club, let the bitches show some titties
Say she f*ck with me, I ain't here to show pity
Say she f*ck for free, I never pay for the kitty
F*ck it bring your friend missy, let get kissy kissy
I leave your bodies with hickeys, you'll be saying you miss me
But if I'm being honest you me and thats history
Call Scoob to scoop you in van that's mysteries

I just had grow up on my own
I just wish all you motherf*ckers would leave me alone
I been sitting home in my zone
I just wish you motherf*ckers would stop calling my phone
I just think you need to go and do your own thang
You need to Stay up in your own lane
I just think you should spend your change, cause you can't take it with you when you hit the grave
I just feel like people need to go and calm down
I'm the one calling the shots now
I just think it's best to approach me with a closed mouth
One punch, get strolled out

Cause my squad rolling deep, looking like trip 7s thats me
Bout to drop a stack on black, blowing hunnids out in AC
I be hanging with some demons, so boy try and play me
We be swimming in our mistakes b
But lately the way I been dropping bombs is so crazy
I see why other rappers probably hate me, be trying to erase me
Cause i been the smoothest with ladies
And im clocking in hours while spitting it so greatly

And shout out to scrillo lacey
Thanks for the support, I hope you f*cking with the tape g
And I deserve some pats on my back, call me Mr. T Brady
But maybe, I'm raps next Jay Z
Go and talk your shit, cause all that hate'll never phase me
Those L's I never take B, chicken dinners on my Plate B
I'll wait 30 minutes before swimming in all this cake Geez
I'm the goat Steffin Jones, you's just Mr. Layhee

I just wanna roll around the city
Both the whip and me rolling litty
Lets hit the club, let the bitches show some titties
Say she f*ck with me, I ain't here to show pity
Say she f*ck for free, I never pay for the kitty
F*ck it bring your friend missy, let get kissy kissy
I leave your bodies with hickeys, you'll be saying you miss me
But if I'm being honest you me and thats history
Call Scoob to scoop you in van that's mysteries