Future - Dem Skrapz lyrics

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Future - Dem Skrapz lyrics

[Hook] Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me Made my partner knock down your homie, down your homie Made my partner knock down your homie, down your homie Made my partner knock down your homie [Verse 1 – Waka Flocka Flame] f** my codeine, pulled up all black n***a, [?] In the bushes so low key, he pulled a hopped out with that stick, OV I pull up to your trap B, in a black jeep Let it run like an athlete at a track meet I'm loose as a goose, they say Flocka brazy I'm head in hands, and you either scared or lazy I put in work, n***a put in work Catch me on the turf, boy we in the field If the price is white you can spin the wheel My dinner meals is your rent I take a mile if you sip an inch, how much you need? I take a mile if you sip an inch, how much you need? [Hook] [Verse 2 – Future] Crusing down the street with a .44 rifle Balenciagas on my feet, they'd rather see me in shackles I got my chain swanging, and they heard we gang banging Stay with that carbon, you know that we mobbing Got a strap on the driver, 12 gauge got a scope on it All these n***as that you be hating Trapping that 44 militant, they treating me just like a renegade Sipping codeine like it's lemonade Shoot at you, shoot at you Put a n***a down spray him Waka Flocka throw that K at him Blocka Blocka causing mayhem Chopper, chopper make em lay down 208 grand on the foreign, 400 rounds in the car 100 goons with a carbon, climb out and spray with that carbon Greet me that scrap, that carbon like [?] [Hook]