Make a scrap to this.
Make a scrap to this.
Make them swag, make them swag, make them swag, make them swag, make them swag, make them swag, make them swag, make them swag.
Make those crap to this.
Make, make, make, make, make, make, make, make those crap to this.
Make, make.
Make them trap, make them scrap, make them trap, make them scrap, make them scrap, make them scrap, make them trap to this.
Two, four, seven, three, six, five.
Rise to occasion.
Erasing any doubt in your mind.
Buy my hustle, my grind.
Superior, imperial.
Money over groupies, cause them hoes be venereal.
Tap of all trade, baby, good diamond material.
See my face on a vasatria, nigga, Syria.
That sad milk, your girl choose to drip Them niggas from the bottom got the game on tilt
What's it talking about?
Nathaniel.
If I switch a beat for the bell.
Suckers talking Japanese, it ain't about channel.
Robert De Niro or the Creflo Dollar.
Through your mind and your ass to follow.
Put on the throttle.
Who's in the bottom of the Impala?
Blow the brown breakfast to swigging on them green bottles.
You get bucked like Buck Rogers.
Make some crap to this.
Make, make, make, make, make some crap to this.
Make, make, make, make, make, make, make, make some
Scrapmaker, Scrapmaker, Scrapmaker, Scrapmaker, Scrapmaker, Scrap to this.
Make those craps at this.
Make, make, make, make, make, make, make, make those craps at this.
My nigga B go on the beat.
Oh yeah!
That's my song.
No daps, no hugs.
Just hard heads with me, Muggs.
Dirty, soft inside, Claude.
Can't cause grab your girl.
Supposed to get pulled by a fourth-accounted boss jack.
Fucker DJs get pimped, slapped for playing that crap.
Haters get blasted off the map when they hear that Mossberg clap.
That's a wrap.
Roll the crest.
Close the curtain.
My squad be major.
Wing curtain.
My ma be mafia.
Wing purpose.
From January to December, we always lurking.
Dealers and killers on deck lurking.
Full of that cast and queens that's irking and jerking.
Ain't no red shirt.
We best in stars.
So serious like Big Lim and Keith Carr.
Who's no good at a town bar.
Don't get sawed and slaughtered.
I glide through the slums of Georgia like Mars.
Crap to this.
Crap to this.
Crap to this.
Scrapmakers, scrapmakers, scrapmakers, scrapmakers, scrapmakers, scrap to this.
Make those crap to this.
Make, make, make, make, make, make, make, make those crap to this.
Make, make.
Make them scrap, make them scrap, make them scrap Make them scrap, make them scrap, make them scrap Make them scrap to this
Scrap to this.
Make, make, make, make, make those scraps to this.
Make, make, make, make, make, make, make, make those scraps.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Scraps are this.
Make, make, make, make, make, make, make, make.
Go scrap to this.
Make, make, make.
to this.
