Lyrics Scraper with the Rims - Rexx Life Raj

Scraper with the Rims

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