Song Lyrics

Ya, lame niggas don't know about you be the same ones gon' hate the most
LOL at my comment section to a dumb question when I make a post
Still sipping that Peach Ciroc in my solo cup, time to make a toast
This one go to your fucking momma, she a real one, she done raised a troll
Talk shit on your web browser
See me in person and bitch up
I bet you sleeping with the lights on cause every time I'm 'round you, you switch up
All these lil boys acting real tough on they keyboards with they fingers tapping
Meet a nigga in the parking lot with them same hands and we'll get it cracking
Have 'em speaking in pig latin
This track is spitting like six dragons
In fact, I didn't practice, it just happened
Make 'em disappear like I did magic
Bitch is spazzing, hit, then I flip the mattress
Delivery man, got a big package
Live lavish, give your man a kiss after
Tell that Boy Meet World, cause I been Savage, yeah
And you been average
Boy I'm bout to blow like Bin Laden
I need a girl who got a big ass
She don't got class, she been absent
Got the game on lock, put it in the cabinet
I been have bread like a picnic basket
I been killing rappers, put 'em in the casket
I been making hits like a tennis racket, goddamn

Why you all in my shit?
You should get up off of my pics, hoe
Why you all in my feed?
You should get up off of my dick, bro
Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
Bitch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
I said, why you all in my shit?
You should get up off of my pics, hoe
Why you all in my feed?
You should get up off of my dick, bro
Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
Bitch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin

Yo, I got fame but I'm not the type to be outside and deal with the paparazzi
I struggle with lots of issues daily, mostly online from the comments I see
My shit's whack and I should quit rap?
If I catch you, I really hope you got your posse
Pull up on you quicker than a Maserati, with a Kamikaze while your mom is watching
I'm not impressed with my comment section
There's lots of pesting and monologueing
"F*ck you Hop, I'm a big fan but I hate you bruh"
That's beyond insulting
Anger is boxed up in me, shit's tricky
How you gon' compliment me then diss me?
I'm at the top of trending, it's strictly the skill
Can we stop pretending? It's really
Pissing me off to the maximum
F*ck you niggas, I ain't yapping em
I don't even have to pack a gun
When I see em face to face they be acting softer than a pack of gum
I stick my hand through your chest and detach a lung
Watch you until you have fallen like Babylon
I been screenshotting the hate you been yapping son
So when you see me, uh-oh, little faggot run
I got way too much that's going on in my life to have to deal with these bitch haters
I'll f*ck you up, that's to grown men, high schoolers and fifth graders
Don't disrespect, I come new to this shit
I don't care if you're a new fan or used to listen
We gon' find you and bruise a disk in your back
Go tell your dad it was Hopsin and Futuristic

Why you all in my shit?
You should get up off of my pics, hoe
Why you all in my feed?
You should get up off of my dick, bro
Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
Bitch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
I said, why you all in my shit?
You should get up off of my pics, hoe
Why you all in my feed?
You should get up off of my dick, bro
Scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin
Bitch scroll, keep it scrollin, scrollin ,scrollin, scrollin, scrollin

Yea, my ex girl in my news feed liking everything trying to get attention
Quoting me when she making tweets, saying something sweet trying to get a mention
I don't even talk to her like she across the room when we in detention
Poke her on her forehead said, "Sorry girl, you should mind your business"
Miss Independent get right, nigga
I see through that like Sprite, nigga
Making moves my two to friends and I don't even ride on no bike, nigga
Do whatever I like, nigga
I met yo ass one time, nigga
Now you running 'round the town, just like a clown, saying Futuristic, that's my, nigga
Y'all be delusional, stuck in a cubicle doing the usual shit
All up on YouTube with something that's musical
Comment like an attitude and a bitch
Your facts don't even be provable, always disputable
Grown niggas acting like kids
That's juvenile, yes I'm removable
I might quit rapping and come and stab you in the ribs
(Oh god)
Keep it scrolling, you promoting bogus vocals all on my socials
And hope that some hoes'll notice then you'll poke 'em
You're posting butts, you're broke and everyone knows it
Exposing these jokes, how they salty like the ocean
My flow is colder than Ben and Jerry's
Competition get buried in cemeteries
If you hate you can suck on my twig and berries
And keep scrolling nigga

Zachary Beck, Marcus Hopson, Tyler Rohn

The duration of Scrollin is 3:58 minutes and seconds.