Scrape Lyrics

Speedy, you got something loud?

Ayo-yo-yo

Rolls Royce truck so average to us

Look in the mirror, see lavish as fuck

Ain’t no back stab, we put guns to the gut

All fun and games till a tummy get tucked

Me and the gang in the back of the cut

She freaky nasty, put pills in her butt

Pray to God keep all them demons from us

‘Cause lil bro get crazy but Saint is a nut

We don’t need no more attention to us

White on white coupe look like Hillary Duff

I watch my tongue and I try not to cuss

Snitches get stitches, we patchin’ ya’ up

Lick after lick, look like summer to us

Mix up the work with a measuring cup

He not from north he not nutty enough

Work out the work what ya callin’ me fa’, nigga?

Don’t play with me, play with ya’ boo

She call me nuts, I bought a tool

I poured a four, told her it’s juice

I say it’s up, bro on the move

Watch for the opps, they think we cool

She wouldn’t leave, I told her move

One in the head, duck duck goose

I pull up live, she think it’s a ruse

In a G35 but the bitch on E

I don’t cut ties, you ain’t gon leave

You actin’ surprised, you knew ‘bout me

Pull up high in a big ass Jeep

Break off my M’s, she got my piece

She don’t like Kill but think Joi neat

I don’t like dodge, I like SRT’s

And Rolls Royce not to mention

She don’t care about stars in the roof

I’m the one got her attention

Take a pit stop for my teacher

In a car that cost his pension

I’m still in Tayjah heart, she loved how I was different, yeah

Rolls Royce truck so average to us

Look in the mirror, see lavish as fuck

Ain’t no back stab, we put guns to the gut

All fun and games till a tummy get tucked

Me and the gang in the back of the cut

She freaky nasty, put pills in her butt

Pray to God keep all them demons from us

‘Cause lil bro get crazy but Saint is a

We don’t need no more attention to us

White on white coupe look like Hillary Duff

I watch my tongue and I try not to cuss

Snitches get stitches we patchin’ ya’ up

Lick after lick, look like summer to us

Mix up the work with a measuring cup

He not from north he not nutty enough

Work out the work what ya callin’ me fa’, lil ass nigga?

You got me fucked up with somebody else

I done cities you never even felt

I did it all in a Burberry belt

No Levi jean, I’m Balmain britt

My hand in pants, won’t ask for shit

Me and JG makin’ four way splits

In this bitch broke but we got that fix

10 man deep, you sneak, you cracked

4 bands flip when I touch, no cap

Still got karma tryn watch my back

Ain’t shit sweet till they free Big Yak

Ain’t none pussy I just like cats and scats

Always tend to catch my eye

I just blew a 10 piece wing with the fry

Chain on the neck done turned to a tie, nigga

Easter pink nigga

Blue cheese, no ranch

I gave all the old hunnids to my momma

Look thin, thin mint

This motherfucka’ boutta dub five

Prolly thirty

You lookin’ at about a hundred

Rolls Royce truck so average to us

Look in the mirror, see lavish as fuck

Ain’t no back stab, we put guns to the gut

All fun and games till a tummy get tucked

Me and the gang in the back of the cut

She freaky nasty, put pills in her butt

Pray to God keep all them demons from us

‘Cause lil bro get crazy but Saint is a nut

We don’t need no more attention to us

White on white coupe look like Hillary duff

I watch my tongue and I try not to cuss

Snitches get stitches we patchin’ ya’ up

Lick after lick, look like summer to us

Mix up the work with a measuring cup

He not from north he not nutty enough

Work out the work what ya callin’ me fa’?

Hope it look good, Gah damn

Hold up, hold up, Thug wanna play some new shit

Lord forgive me