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)