Scissor House ft. Dreskii Lyrics

My price right, wocky fanta, I don't like ice

In the party nigga only sippin' truly's, I don't like Mike's

You gotta cop a bigger load if you lookin for the right price

She ain't my type, she lucky if she get like five nights

Hella high up in the stu, I'm talkin' different, bro just sit and listen

Tried to stuff like 20 bands in these amiris Got me walkin' different

Nigga you can't walk with me, I'm too official, I be talkin' chicken

Bro just leave it in the streets I swear to God I won't ever diss you

I just get the head from the bitch then I dismiss it

No kissin', Myron got the stang, he had the stick shift it

If I cut you off no comin' back I won't ever miss you

Pussy talkin' crazy don't be mad I might have to hit you

They might have to get you

Get in his face and he don't got no issue

I don't use no pencil when I'm rappin'

This shit off the mental

Niggas askin' me why they broke, like I can solve the riddle

Send the cheese for the feature if you really wit it

If you wanna find your mans you gotta go fishin

That is not red in the cup what the fuck you sippin'

Tryna chase a ring from my team we goin' to the finals

I won't cross you if you stand on ten I put it on the bible

Up the stick at a party turn it to a dance recital

Watch your back I really know some niggas that'll slime you out

The whole gang got the drip we never goin' through a drought

Bitch tried to argue with me then I had to kick her out

I know my nigga finna face a wood he pulled the scissors out

Brought the bitches to HQ and turned it to a scissor house

Niggas had that EDD run go put the scissors down

Try to pass the skimpy to me told them put the swishers down

Brodie bitch bad, my bitch bad, let's do a switch around

Niggas always layin' in they bed ain't got no chips around

Dude, like you ain't got no money

How the fuck you say you drug dealin' never served a junkie

I ain't go to school my senior year but I am not a dummy

I'ma call that boy Nick Cannon he just met the drummy

I ain't laugh when I was broke, but you, I find it funny

I'm the type to go get some cash and I'ma stash a hundred

How the fuck you always talkin' cash but you ain't stashin' nothin

Me and bro linked with a bad bitch she turn it to a runner

Yeah

She a track star

I was broke I found some cheese nigga it ain't that hard

Got a head from yo bitch and paint her face that part

What the fuck I look like slowin' down this an NASCAR

This an NASCAR nigga

Niggas in buckets and shit like

Could never be me