Dem Skrapz - Waka Flocka Flame, Future

Them scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me\nThem scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me\nThem scraps, them scraps, them pistols be around me\nMake my partner knock down your homie, down your homie\nMake my partner knock down your homie, down your homie\nMake my partner knock down your homie\nFuck my codeine, pulled up all black nigga,\nIn the bushes so low key, he pulled a hotdog with that stick, OV\nI pull up to your trap B, in a black jeep\nLet it run like an athlete at a track meet\nI’m loose as a goose, they saying Flocka brazy\nI’m head in hands, and you either scared or lazy\nI put in work, nigga put in work\nCatch me on the turf, boy we in the field\nIf the price is white you can spin the wheel\nMy dinner meals is your rent\nI take a mile if you sip an inch, how much you need?\nI take a mile if you sip an inch, how much you need?\nCooling down the street with a forty foot rifle\nBalenciagas on my feet, they’d rather see me in shackles\nI got my chain swanging, and they heard we gang banging\nStay with that carbon, you know that we mobbing\nGot a strap on the driver, 12 gauge got a scope on it\nAll these niggas that you be hating\nTrapping that 44 militant, they treating me just like a renegade\nSipping codeine like it’s lemonade\nShoot at you, shoot at you\nPut a nigga down spray him\nWaka Flocka throw that K at him\nBlocka Blocka causing mayhem\nChopper, chopper make em lay down\n208 grand on the foreign, 400 rounds in the car\n100 goons with a carbon, climb out and spray with that carbon\nGreet me that scrap, that carbon like