text: RK Productions
  Niggas really think they the shit
  Til my team come in and we shit on em 
  Beat a nigga out his Yeezys, they on E-Bay, let him bid on em
  Same lames yall idolize, if you would fight wanna spit on me
  I only ride with my day ones, if you aint Scum, suck a dick, homie
  Niggas mad cause they bitch want me
  Its fuck a bitch, Im bout my chips
  I need a 6 with the kit on it, .38, rubber grip on it
  Scum Gang, all my niggas riders, cut coke with the Benefiber
  Word around my side of town, your bitch is sly so I slid inside her
  I made a promise to my mama that Ill get these dollars
  I load the clip into the smith and flip em, all these bottles
  Money grow on trees, Im living in the forest
  How you feel about these niggas?—Man, dont get me started
  Rocking and rolling and rolling and rocking
  I lay low from plain clothes, they patrol my block
  I gotta get these pesos, Im stacking all my guap
  Do this for my Scum niggas, man, they all I got, uh
  Sticks and stones may break my bones
  But this MAC-11 take his soul
  Tag his toe, burn the pipe
  They dont know, they learn tonight
  Tie him up, pour some gasoline on him, light him up
  Five Xan bars with the lean got me high as fuck
  Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that
  Til they let Remmy out, we gon let these semis out
  Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let that MAC clap
  Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you niggas hell
  Blicky make that nigga yell, beam hit his knees
  Made him scream, when that nigga fell, shootout with the law
  Or the morgue fore I sit in jail, niggas say they love me
  But I can see it in these niggas eyes, they dont wish me well
  I dont need their company, they smilin when a nigga fell
  Seein that Im poppin in the shots, Im like the Durell
  Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
  Diggin ditches for these niggas, toss em in, so well
  Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga, road kill
  HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, So trill?
  Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move
  And the goons let the tool spark
   Work hard, move salt
  8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
  Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement
  Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
  Let em act sketch, bet this lead will erase em
  Im packing a MAC in the front of the Porsche
  Dont care about whats-his-name, fuck him, hes soft
  His girl in the patches, she sucking me off
  Scum is the gang, I do what I want
  Im packing a MAC in the front of the Porsche
  Dont care about whats-his-name, fuck him, hes soft
  His girl in the patches, she sucking me off
  Scum is the gang, I do what I want
  Sticks and stones may break my bones
  But this MAC-11 take his soul
  Tag his toe, burn the pipe
  They dont know, they learn tonight
  Tie him up, pour some gasoline on him, light him up
  Five Xan bars with the lean got me high as fuck
  Sex Chimp