Scrub - sleepy hallow

She don’t want no scrub n*gga

(Great John on the beat by the way)

Look, look

She said she don’t want no scrub n*gga

But since we got a bag, she been tryna fuck with us

She stuck up on the gang like a sticker

She wants a Mr. Fame, we just tryna get richer

She said like «ouu, what’s up, let me kick it witchu»

I’m with the gang, who you bringing with you?

And I ain’t tryna know your name, I ain’t tryna kiss you

And after this, I might just forget you

She like «when you finna pull up on me, hit it off»

She said she want some Fendi, Chanel, and Louis Vuitton

Her man mad, said he tryna get it on

I got a choppa on me, don’t get hit up for a broad

Her best friend know all the words to my songs

She said she fell in love, said she finna get involved

These bitches pick and choose, and that’s why they getting tossed

They hate to see me win, they love to see me take a loss

And I know she don’t really really fuck with me

She seen a lil cash and now she’s claiming that she stuck with me

I be in the cut like a buck fifty

Shorty never held me down so she’s never getting up with me

She said she don’t want no scrub n*gga

But since we got a bag, she been tryna fuck with us

She stuck up on the gang like a sticker

She wants a Mr. Fame, we just tryna get richer

She said like «ouu, what’s up, let me kick it witchu»

I’m with the gang, who you bringing with you?

And I ain’t tryna know your name, I ain’t tryna kiss you

And after this, I might just forget you

Yea, yea, she get lit, and she gon' let me hit

The type to run yo' pockets tryna make you spend a brick

You ever seen the dance she do better on a dick

I pulled up with my mans and she pulled up with her bitch

I know they only want me 'cause they heard I’m getting rich

She loves to send me pictures of her ass and her tits

My cuzzo said he clicked, said he met her on the strip

So I know she be hoeing, I know she gon' do the clique

So fuck it, I ain’t loving, imma sit and take a sip

I’m counting up these hunnids, I ain’t worried bout a bitch

Look, fuck it, I ain’t loving, imma sit and take a sip

I’m counting up these hunnids, I ain’t worried bout a bitch

She said she don’t want no scrub n*gga

But since we got a bag, she been tryna fuck with us

She stuck up on the gang like a sticker

She wants a Mr. Fame, we just tryna get richer

She said like «ouu, what’s up, let me kick it witchu»

I’m with the gang, who you bringing with you?

And I ain’t tryna know your name, I ain’t tryna kiss you

And after this, I might just forget you