Scraper with the Rims - Rexx Life Raj

Na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na

Na-na, na-na, na

We’ve been good at makin' money, not so good at makin' friends

Make some, no whip, just scoop up my lady friends

And people make excuses but that don’t really makin' sense

We gon' slide on 'em, that’s just scraper with the rims

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

'Member when I used to mob the

'Member when I used to rock the cornrows

'Mmber when I used to hit th school house

Hell of weed inside my gym balls

'Member when I used to rock the

Leave the stick all right on my chest

Mama left the pitch in right on the refrigerator, I was a mess

I said I will be lit one day (One day)

I will be this one day (One day)

I knew the same ones who laughed at me would be pissed someday

There were no room for your feelings, put them shit away

But I did that fuck shit in my memory bank, ayy

Now I’m out here lit, yea

Turned me in to a Rexx, ayy

Went for fuckin' in so I fuck her on her desk, ayy

I step out and I flex, ayy

You’re only cool on the net, ayy

Niggas don’t wanna be cool with me as cool I know I’m a dread, ayy

Used to mobbin' that (Mob)

Swingin' like a Corvette, ayy

Swingin' like when we used to throw hands 'cause niggas ain’t come correct, ayy

They be ridin' in them waves, ayy

You do whatever comes next, ayy

That’s what we did for my nigga, I say this with prospect

We’ve been good at makin' money, not so good at makin' friends (Not good at

makin' friends)

Make some, no whip, just scoop up my lady friends (Scoop up my lady friends)

And people make excuses but that don’t really makin' sense (That shit don’t

makin' sense)

We gon' slide on 'em, that’s just scraper with the rims

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Slide on them niggas flexin', I show my ass cheeks

Never lookin' at the rear view, food on the

This for everyone who doubted me if they ask

Niggas hangin' out the window when we roll past

We gon' stun off like we 'posed to

Why I got so many friends now?

I don’t know you

I’m just out here doin' everything that I told you

My nigga there’s a battle for your mind, don’t let 'em control you

Don’t let 'em control you

I’m out here runnin' that cardio

Trappin' in your

We out here runnin' that

We don’t got time for another bowl

Too many places I gotta go

Hop on the plane, I’m like «Adios»

I’m just doin' everything that I said I’d be doin' when I was a

Used to mobbin' that scraper

Now we lookin' at a black tint

Think that we never would make it

Until I had all of my black friends

Count the money with my rap friends

One time, bitch, we tapped in

Every move make a classic, but nigga should know

We’ve been good at makin' money, not so good at makin' friends (Not good at

makin' friends)

Make some, no whip, just scoop up my lady friends (Scoop up my lady friends)

And people make excuses but that don’t really makin' sense (That shit don’t

makin' sense)

We gon' slide on 'em, that’s just scraper with the rims

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide

Skr-skurr-slide, we gon' skr-skurr-slide