Lyrics

[Intro] I see you on YouTube (Skrapz) This one's comin' at ya [Verse] Who's that dipping in the Bimmer? Fs on my feet, it's Fendi, it's not Fila If you saw my interior, you would think I got signed Nah, nah, nah, baby girl, man, I'm just a drug dealer I be in the trap with some bricks of amnesia Begging my connect, "Lemme get the bricks cheaper" I'm a hustler, ask Nina with the nina I deliver you a box to your door like a pizza Two man deep in a black seven seater .357 and a .9 millimeter Bare man getting sleep up when man creep up My niggas shoot up fam, we don't beat up And I be in the trap sipping 'yac from a tea cup Two bricks left, I think ready for thе re-up Told my driver to pick me up Bring mе to my spot for my Ps, then I go and pick three up Your girlfriend's dishing it out, she just free up And I ain't even calling her phone, she hits me up Bitches pree us, all you niggas wanna be us Pagans hiding out cah they don't really wanna see us Cah I ride like cyclist Teams full of more bright stars than the night is Clip full of hollow tips, just how I like it On the north circular listening to Nines getting brains off a white chick I was on my the way to blocks, I see the cops I ain't going back to prison, so I swallowed my rocks Better safe than sorry, on the streets you can never be sure All I know is that prevention is better than cure All I know about is crime, I don't follow the law I'm tryna make my money rise like a suicide door And I'm never stopping, straight money chopping Couple thousand in my pocket when I'm going shopping Nigga said he's got a spot that I could put a crop in Told him, "Give me couple weeks then I'ma get it popping" Yeah, I love the game, I don't really want the fame Never gonna change, making money is my middle name I'm in the Bimmer doing sixty in the middle lane Henny in my cup, duffel bag full of silver haze On my grind, haven't slept in a couple days I've been going hard, I can sleep when I'm in a grave You was chilling in your yard, I was getting paid You was chilling in the sun and I was in the shade You was twiddling your thumbs, I ain't on that .45 by my side ready for some combat Break niggas' face, make niggas call me Ong-Bak Shoot niggas down, I ain't into any long chat I've been rolling with the handgun from way back Think I'm gonna rise the gym bag up and spray that K that, I ain't got no funny niggas in my circle All my niggas hardback like the turtles Chilling in my yard late night, I got a bird call Had to put my bullets in my gun and then I circled I'm riding with a passion, all you niggas frassin' Shoot a nigga on the mains and I ain't even gassin' I only used a couple bullets, I was tryna ration I don't mean a shower when I tell a man I'm gonna splash him Everybody's on my case, I'm the latest fashion Telling everybody wait until I get it cracking Tryna get rich, I ain't tryna get nicked All I know is crime, I ain't never had a pay slip I'm self-made, I ain't never had the wages Posted in the trap, two bricks tryna make it I was in the trap with your bitch, she was naked Had her on her knees giving everybody faces It's big Skrapz, I've been killin' them for ages That fact still remains, there's no changes LV shoes and shirts and suede blazers Squad famous, same members, no strangers I'm about to make the roadside dangerous Hopping out a black Range with a stainless I put a nigga in a box like a trainers One burner, six shots, they're blood stainers I remember growing up living kinda corrupt Now I'm sipping Grey Goose, kinda livin' it up Yo, the streets crazy, but the streets pays me Disappeared for a minute, now I'm back, baby Niggas played out looking like a crack baby I swear down all these rappers sound wack lately I make history, lifestyle risky Heard your CD and flung that, it's a Frisbee It's big Skrapz, I burn tracks till they're crispy I'm back, but for how long, that's a mystery Talking to my nigga, said the streets really missed me I ain't tryna slip, but the streets kinda slippery I shift bricks quickly, jakes wanna shift me I'm a old school G, 'nuff-'nuff spliffy I ain't fucking with the works if the work's iffy You better bring me back my money 'fore it gets sticky And I ain't into playing games, I'm about money I'm grinding even when I'm ill and my nose runny God knows all I'm tryna do is make it Cousin, this is real life, I ain't into fake shit I go hard, I ain't putting on the brakes yet I ain't never wishing I had, I just go get Sitting at the back of a cab with a rucksack .9 millimeter nozzle where my nuts at I'm taking no check, I'm about to meet a new connect He might send his little pups to try and intercept I have to light a nigga up like a cigarette Hit him in the face and make the nigga get the full effect, boom [Outro] 80's Baby