You aint about a scrap boi
Scrap boi
You aint about a scrap boi
Scrap boi
You aint about a scrap boi
Scrap boi
You aint about a scrap boi
Scrap boi
old hood in a foreign whip
If you talk shit ima run up in your crib
Dont make me go hard and make your blood drip
High jack your school bus the one you going on for a trip
Right when i catch you slipping with your bitch ima make her strip
Your bitch lovin me cus the way i fuck her hard while i grip
This aint no lyrics nor this is a script
She loved the way i fuck her and got her gripped
That nigga was on the floor saw his girl stripped
If he got up again his blood would start to drip

You aint about a scrap boi
Scrap boi
You aint about a scrap boi
Scrap boi
You aint about a scrap boi
Scrap boi
You aint about a scrap boi
Scrap boi

I on the street rolling with belts
She always mad but after seeing my smile she melts
He with her everytime never checks her cell
Fuck what provider its either rogers or bell
Got on the roof no talks just spells
Niggas with the crime one time been to the cell
Go do what you gotta do cus I dont got time to yell
If you know better than I wouldnt have to tell
Everytime I was with her she said you made me fell
Going to the phone shop met uncle mel
Rich niggas sit home haunting flyers for cheap sells.
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