lirik lagu skrapz - one more chance freestyle
[verse]
who’s that dipping in the bimmer?
fs on my feet, it’s fendi it’s not fila
if you saw my interior, you would think i got signed
nah, nah, nah, baby girl, man, i’m just a drug dealer
i be in the trap with some bricks of amnesia
begging my connect lemme get the bricks cheaper
i’m i hustler, ask nina with the nina
i deliver you a box to your door like a pizza
two man deep in a black seven seater
.357 and a .9 millimeter
bare man getting sleep up when man creep up
my n~ggas shoot up fam, we don’t beat up
and i be in the trap sipping yak from a tea cup
two bricks left, i think ready for the re~up
told my drivеr to pick me up
bring me to my spot for my ps, then i go and pick three up
your girlfriеnd’s dishing it out, she just free up
and i ain’t even calling her phone, she hits me up
b~tches pree us, all you n~ggas wanna be us
pagans hiding out cah they don’t really wanna see us
cah i ride like cyclist
teams full of more bright stars than the night is
clip full of hollow tips, just how like it
on the north circular listening to nines getting brains off a white chick
i was on the way to blocks, i see the cops
i ain’t going back to prison, so i swallowed my rocks
better safe than sorry, on the streets you can never be sure
all i know is that prevention is better then cure
all i know about is crime, i don’t follow the law
i’m tryna make my money, rise like a suicide door
and i’m never stopping, straight money chopping
couple thousand in my pocket when i’m going shopping
n~gga said he’s got a spot that i could put a crop in
told him give me couple weeks then i’ma get it popping
yeah, i love the game, i don’t really want the fame
never gonna change, making money is my middle name
i’m in the bimmer doing sixty in the middle lane
henny in my cup, duffel bag full of silver haze
on my grind, haven’t slept in a couple days
i’ve been going hard, i can sleep when i’m in a grave
you was chilling in your yard, i was getting paid
you was chilling in the sun and i was in the shade
you was twiddling your thumbs, i ain’t on that
.45 by my side ready for some combat
break n~ggas face make n~ggas call me ong~bak
shoot n~ggas down, i ain’t into any long chat
i’ve been rolling with the handgun from way back
think i’m gonna [?]
i ain’t got no funny n~ggas in my circle
all my n~ggas hardback like the turtles
chilling in my yard late night, i got a bird call
had to put my bullets in my gun and then i circled
i’m riding with a passion, all you n~ggas frassin’
shoot a n~gga on the mains and i ain’t even gassin’
i only used a couple bullets, i was tryna ration
i don’t mean a shower when i tell a man i’m gonna splash him
everybody’s on my case, i’m the latest fashion
telling everybody wait until i get it cracking
tryna get rich, i ain’t tryna get nicked
all i know is crime, i ain’t never had a pay slip
i’m self~made, i ain’t never had a wages
posted in the trap, two bricks tryna make it
i was in the trap with your b~tch, she was naked
had her on her knees giving everybody faces
it’s big skrapz, i’ve been k!llin’ them for ages
that fact still remains, there’s no changes
lv shoes and shirts and swede blazers
squad famous, same members, no strangers
i’m about to make the roadside dangerous
hopping out a black range with a stainless
i put a n~gga in a box like a trainers
one burner, six shots, they’re blood strainers
i remember growing up living kinda corrupt
now i’m sipping grey goose, kinda livin’ it up
yo, the streets crazy, but the streets pays
disappeared for a minute, now i’m back, baby
n~ggas played out looking like a crack baby
i swear down all these rappers sound wack lately
i make history, lifestyle risky
heard your cd and flung that, it’s a frisbee
it’s big skrapz, i burn tracks till they’re crispy
i’m back, but for how long, that’s a mystery
talking to my n~gga, said the streets really missed me
i ain’t tryna slip, but the streets kinda slippery
i shift bricks quickly, jakes wanna shift me
i’m a old school g, [?]
i ain’t f~cking with the work if the work’s iffy
you better bring me back my money before it gets sticky
and i ain’t into playing games, i’m about money
i’m grinding even when i’m ill and my nose runny
god knows all i’m tryna do is make it
cousin, this is real life, i ain’t into fake sh~t
i go hard, i ain’t putting on the brakes yet
i ain’t wishing, i had i just go get
sitting at the back of a cab with a rucksack
.9 millimeter nozzle where my nuts at
i’m taking no chance, i’m about to meet a new connect
he might send his little pups to try and intercept
i have to light a n~gga up like a cigarette
hit him in the face and make the n~gga get the full effect, boom
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