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 %#@! 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 (*##$ ima make her strip
Your (*##$ lovin me cus the way i $#&@ her hard while i grip
This aint no lyrics nor this is a script

She loved the way i $#&@ her and got her gripped
That ^!$$% 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
$#&@ what provider its either rogers or bell
Got on the roof no talks just spells

^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s sit home haunting flyers for cheap sells.