Scraps (feat. Venusgrl!)

Where the fuck FU went Re-up from the plug, he got that doggy Smokin on that re-up, now my windows lookin foggy Grippin on that hammer and I aim it at ya homie My other hammer why the bitches all up on me Matte Black, color of the track, and it's fat Yea my nigga got that wide body, put it on the cat And I never been a sap, and that's facts Yea this bitch might not go on the tape This shit right here some scraps Yea I see you poppin ass What you on tho? Tryna get this one on one So hoe let the phone go Finna take off put my foot up on the gas Yea you bad, let's see how long you can last Flip her off her back Gave that ass a smack Yea I'm punching dick, backshots, all of that Shawty ass so fat, I can't even cap I think I'm tryna take her ass off the map She gon ask for shit, I told her she ain't gettin scrap Ridin round in traffic, Glock all in the lap My brother got him whacked, we put him in the back Yo bitch a woodchuck, aye my hoe a lumberjack You say you sent some shots, but where you sent them at? Smokin kush nigga, was never into wax My brothers tied in, we all put down the pact We can't split up for a muhfuckin nat Aye I'm tryna talk to God, but he don't talk back The demons round me tellin me to pray Aye what you call that? My break is finally done, I'm back on all ass The villains round me, don't dress to impress We dress in all black Re-up from the plug, he got that doggy Smokin on that re-up, now my windows lookin foggy Grippin on that hammer and I aim it at ya homie My other hammer why the bitches all up on me Matte Black, color of the track, and it's fat Yea my nigga got that wide body, put it on the cat And I never been a sap, and that's facts Yea this bitch might not go on the tape This shit right here some scraps Yea Yea Yea that shit right here some scraps Just suck my dick hoe, I ain't talking I ain't come here for no chat Spanish bitch from Puerto Rico, and her ass look hella fat The way that bitch top me so good, I almost had to double back Yea Yea I almost had to call my mans up And my pockets so damn full that I can't even hold my pants up It's too many bitches on my dick, no more can't fit They need to back up All I did was speak my mind, and I'm running them bands up Yea Yea Like I'm running a lap Niggas never be on shit, They just be pussy and be cap When it's night time I be geekin up, don't take no fuckin naps Bitch I'm nocturnal, I work till the sun come up like I'm a bat Bitch I work till the sun come up Niggas mad, don't give no fuck Cause I took they bitches, she giving me brain all in the truck I'm in love with bread so much that you would think I'm a duck Yea I feel like I'm a sniper, how I'm aiming for these bucks I might kick a nigga in the nuts, like my name Draymond Green Lil bitch I'm ballin by myself, and I don't need no fuckin team Yea I'm a hit-making machine And I'm flyin off a bean And I know that I'm the chose one, I don't care bout a thing Re-up from the plug, he got that doggy Smokin on that re-up, now my windows lookin foggy Grippin on that hammer and I aim it at ya homie My other hammer why the bitches all up on me Matte Black, color of the track, and it's fat Yea my nigga got that wide body, put it on the cat And I never been a sap, and that's facts Yea this bitch might not go on the tape This shit right here some scraps