Scrap Boi Lyrics

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 f..ck her hard while i grip

This aint no lyrics nor this is a script

She loved the way i f..ck 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.