Call me Mr. Scissorman

I feel like Edward Scissorhands

I can make you so much bands if you kick a bin

Supressy on my hip, nigga swinging like my evil twin

Long live my dawgs, I wish they could live again

Cup overflowed, remember bands

I got a telly on the beach just for a suntan

Won’t catch me at a bus stop, I’m smoking bus heads

I fuck up everything I touch like Edward Scissorhands

I’m tryna see how much blue keys

could fit in these Amiri pants

I fuck up everything I touch like Edward Scissorhands

How much hundred bills can I get in these Amiri pants?

I swear you gotta drive some hours just to see my stash

She said my life a movie, like a cinema

Feel like Edward Scissorhands

Cut you off, I feel like Scissorman

She asked me do I love her, I said a little bit

I would never cross my brother for the benefit

And shoutout Drake, he so clutch, he caught a pick six

Boy so rough, boof a family at a picnic

I told my him bring my card, I’m shopping at Miami district

It’s not about who richer but who got the most persistence

Can make a hundred every week ‘cause I’m consistent

I was just in Texas seeing rich nigga privilege

Fucked around and copped the stick with the spinach

Like money conversations, what’s your business?

She said my name ringing bells, some’ like Souljakid

I fuck up everything I touch, you better keep yo’ plot away

And cuff your ho tight

I got a dawg who like to save the day

Cashapp my message, so my AC just got terminated

I’m tryna get rich off the phone, I’m so dedicated

Like Mr. Scissorman, cut the hundreds out the rubberband

I fuck with stripper bitches, I like seeing half

That’s all for me to love a bitch

I know you wouldn’t understand

It’s not in demand, I’m shopping for ceiling fan

Call me Mr. Scissorman, I’m Mr. X-out-the-middle-man

Would never trust a bitch, not even a little bit

And I would never cross my dawg for the benefit

(And I would never cross my dawg for the benefit)

I fuck up everything I touch like Edward Scissorhands

How much hundred bills can I get in these Amiri pants?

I swear you gotta drive some hours just to see my stash

She said my life a movie, like a cinema

Call me Edward Scissorhands

Cut you off, I feel like Scissorman

She asked me do I love her, I said a little bit

I would never cross my brother for the benefit

And shoutout Drake, he so clutch, he caught a pick six

Boy so rough, boof a family at a picnic

I told my him bring my card, I’m shopping at Miami district

It’s not about who richer but who got the most persistence

Can make a hundred every week ‘cause I’m consistent

Call me Mr. Scissorman, I’m Mr. X-out-the-middle-man

Would never trust a bitch, not even a little bit

And I would never cross my dawg for the benefit

(And I would never cross my dawg for the benefit)