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i scammed new york - punchmade dev lyrics

[chorus: punchmade dev]
drop a check in your chase, i can make it happen
i was scammin’ and juggin’ before a rapper
just hit a wire, i gotta habit
i’m not sharin’ the sauce, you can stick to trappin’
plus i’m never lackin’
i hop out the v wit’ a mil in new york and i’m still pistol packin’
just cop package of percocet pills on the 4th
have them gone the next day like a hat trick (come on)
i’m walkin’ wit’ fentanyl pills in my baggage
i’m tryna catch me a k!ll, get it crackin’
i’ll really shoot a b*tch for bein’ ratchet (come here)
if you got a boa, bring it to me
’cause i’m tryna buss a play then hit saks fifth and buy a brand new outfit for the free

[verse 1: punchmade dev]
you still tryna find a way get the bag?
lit on thе gram pretendin’ to be mе (pretendin’)
you ain’t even close to me, i just count up two*hundred thousand in a week
the other day i had an attitude, i broke the money counter
this the seventh one this week
i can easily doxx you, that’s a simple task
i’ma be postin’ the info for weeks (haha)
you ain’t richer than me, we can go rack for rack
if i took her from you, you ain’t gettin’ that back
i been punchin’ for years, made a few couple million
it’s time for a plaque
i’m tryna find out where teejay been at
he used to like to talk a lot of sh*t but y’all can see havin’ a whirl with me will never last
[chorus: punchmadedev & sha ek]
drop a check in your chase, i can make it happen
i was scammin’ and juggin’ before a rapper
just hit a wire, i gotta habit
i’m not sharin’ the sauce, you can stick to trappin’
plus i’m never lackin’
i hop out the v wit’ a mil in new york and i’m still pistol packin’
just cop package of percocet pills on the 4th
have them gone the next day like a hat trick (gone)
i’m walkin’ wit’ fentanyl pills in my baggage
i’m tryna catch me a k!ll, get it crackin’
i’ll really shoot a b*tch for bein’ ratchet
if you got a boa, bring it to me
’cause i’m tryna buss a play then hit saks fifth and buy a brand new outfit for the free (uh*huh)

[verse 2: sha ek]
she wanna f*ck ’cause she screamin’ out, “ski!”
her n*gga did bad, he did not keep it p, like
i’ma just hit it and leave
if i don’t got my chop then my scap in my sleeve, like
lotti got a n*gga smacked
when i dozed off, i see that boy in my dreams (lotti)
she let me hit from the back
then her brother got mad that i got in her jeans
i be buggin’
i almost shot my own fan ’cause he was wearin’ green (don’t run)
who you muggin’?
we made that lil’ n*gga ran when we backed out the beam (bow*bow*bow)
who you touchin’?
them n*ggas dumb if they think i’m steppin’ off the lean (grrah)
like, dev in new york
if they think’ they gon’ push up on boy, then we gon’ make a scene (gang*gang*gang)
[bridge: sha ek]
ogz the f*ck up
suck my d*ck, p*ssy
everything dead, gotta stand on that sh*t
everything dead, gotta stand on that sh*t
everything dead, gotta stand on that sh*t

[chorus: punchmade dev]
drop a check in your chase, i can make it happen
i was scammin’ and juggin’ before a rapper
just hit a wire, i gotta habit
i’m not sharin’ the sauce, you can stick to trappin’
plus i’m never lackin’
i hop out the v wit’ a mil in new york and i’m still pistol packin’
just cop package of percocet pills on the 4th
have them gone the next day like a hat trick (gone)
i’m walkin’ wit’ fentanyl pills in my baggage
i’m tryna catch me a k!ll, get it crackin’
i’ll really shoot a b*tch for bein’ ratchet
if you got a boa, bring it to me
’cause i’m tryna buss a play then hit saks fifth and buy a brand new outfit for the free

- punchmade dev lyrics

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