Scrape

Lyrics

[Intro] I swear on my mother, I never been a sucker May the Lord take my feet from up under Holla at me, ayy (Hey) Traxamilli' (Hey) (Hey) Let's go [Verse 1] Now, first off, to mention my player's intuition Is far from a beginner, here's my definition I'm on a mission to make a nucca listen Pucker up his lips and kiss my ass for dissin' I'm a visionary, livin' is very (Livin' is very) Version of the game I spit, a heavy burden I carry Burberry made its way to the hood Niggas dippin' in the scrapers with their name on the wood We make it all look good Imitation Louis purses make my broad look good (My broad look good) They told me spinners make my car look good So I spend a couple hundred, put a bro on the hood Now I'm skeetin' and skirtin' through the turf and Chirpin' in a bucket I do my little dirt in Now everybody put your hands in the air Say "Hallelujah," Traxamilli' for mayor, keep 'em there, yeah [Chorus] We gon' do it again Baby girlfriend, you and friend, jump in the Benz (Scrape, scrape, scrape) If it's cool on some rims, definitely gon' put two on the ten Holla at me (Scrape, scrape, scrape) [Verse 2] Yeah, it's jinglin', baby Let me hit you where it's tinglin', baby I ain't in love, man, I'm singlin', baby Never catch me with the fingering, baby (Nope) But I'm down to try anything, baby I ain't a thug, I'm a gentleman, baby (A gentleman, baby) That's what I tell 'em to get intimate lately My game's so cold, I be shiverin', baby (Whoa) We could switch 'em, swap 'em, interchange 'em Never entertain 'em, pop and then exchange 'em Stop 'em at the light, hop out and then we game 'em At the top of the roof and then we swing 'em Left lanin' for those that need explainin' A off-top simple and plain, we into gamin' I swear on my mother I never been a sucker May the Lord take my feet from under, holla at me, ayy [Chorus] We gon' do it again Baby girlfriend, you and friend, jump in the Benz (Scrape, scrape, scrape) If it's cool on some rims, definitely gon' put two on the ten Holla at me (Scrape, scrape, scrape) [Verse 3] It don't matter if you rollin' in a bucket or you rollin' a Benz (Scrape) Doin' eighty-five in a twenty-five on the block with the wheels that spin (Scrape) If you feelin' what you hearin', go ahead, throw your hands in the air (Scrape) Turn it up (Scrape), actin' up (Scrape), fire it up (Scrape, scrape, scrape) That's not to mention my chemical addiction And marijuana, weed and chickens that be thick and In the bucket, fuck it, I be fitted In a fitted, kicks to go wit' it Old school throwback edition Cadillac Seville with the hubcap missin' Timbos with the Polo fleece Box Chev', four-door Caprice, I'm a beast, hey [Chorus] We gon' do it again Baby girlfriend, you and friend, jump in the Benz (Scrape, scrape, scrape) If it's cool on some rims, definitely gon' put two on the ten Holla at me (Scrape, scrape, scrape) [Outro] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hello? (If I could speak to Traxamillion, that'd be fantastic) Yeah, this Trax, what's up? Hello? (Traxamillion, where are you?) Who's this? (This is the Governator of California. I need to know why you're going hyphy. I love your new music. AH! It's fantastic. The whole Bay, the whole California, everybody is on fire, everybody is going dumb, 18 Dumb, they're going hyphy. they're going stupid dumb. What is it? AH! I don't understand it but I love it. What does it mean?)