Westwood Crib Session
Imma tell you all if you want
Want more than you come
I'ts more than a song I was born in the sun
June 21 day I fall from my
Mum there's more where I'm from
Caught in the slums selling
Draws from my drum
On my block posting having
Talks with the dons
My head hurts cah my nigga stylie is gone
My chest burns like I drank all of the rum
Smoke stored in my lung I saw it from young
Corning the gun come we corn him for fun
Done a bit of jail time
Never talked with my tongue
I was caught on the run nigga all on my ones
Now I got D pack of grease all in my bum
Tryna get rich but it feels awkward and long
If crime pays can I see more of a sum?
I don't rock Nike too tuff
I'm all in Vuitton
Imagine how I started out
I broke down half an ounce
The blocks large amounts
Now I whip cars around
Jason transporter in and
Out of town never out of bounds
Bad B smelling like honey when she hugs me
Wanna give her carrots but this
Bunny here bugs me
Meanwhile I'm flowing on a beat all comfy
Don't touch that Vaseline there
That's for country
I'm flying cunch when i bang these Zeds
Tryna get my pockets creamy
Like cadburys eggs i was told to move smart
Like the man in chess
Now i'm like hallow black I'm
The man in flesh literally two pack open
Now can you picture me 2pac rolling
If i ain't got i bought the hardest with me
So either way your going down like? city
I like men all day trapping 24's
You kno whats the deal
Everyday for that food how could I be a liar
Man move bitchy I highly doubt fire
Three man ah let it sing I'll
Tell you now that's no choir bang
Bang bang
Bang your mums aunty boom
Skrapz is wet
Your mum makes greasy chicken wings
With the dick
Your dad rides a scooter to work
Your auntys sideburns do bicep curls at night
Trapping with my sexy boys
Were getting the dick tonight
(j man oh yeah)
Grind mode ammy stay loud like them riots
And it's still ghost even if that food quiet
Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me
You were raised by pricks
Wouldn't last long like a snap-chat clip
Half this pricks don't know what we been tru
Stash got lost food got dashed boys in blue
Back like we never left I spit
Crack like a bit of peng
Put your mind on that nigga looking dead
And i ain't gotta stress when
I got them zeds
Feelig hectic I might buy and? a ped
More money more problems more pagans
The more guns the more
Shells the more traitors
Fuck them man anyway there dead haters
Buss the corner with whammy lead savers
Remember the days stuck on zed dead trainers
I'm loving the ends there's bare flavors
Walk into my block feeling like stranger
Got that green on me like
The green power ranger
All them stories that you heard
They were made up
Summer days darg i was broke had to save up
Now niggers wanna say that I changed up
I guess the hood kinda made
Us act kinda strange blud
Darg fuck the neighbors
Gimme couple months swear down i be in Bados
Shout my nigga guns he ain't got no beahvior
Shout my niggers bunz he
Ain't got no manners
People telling me I got talent
I'm doing everything right like
I haven't got balance
When i'm in the booth i'm in
A world of my own all alone in my zone like
I haven't got challenge
Just the other day me and kilo went Harrods
Quick ting more time we
Spend money like arabs
The other day when i went to LV
I walked straight out the store like
I should a went paris
Niggers gwarning like they
Haven't got manners
Rolling with a turner that will
Turn a man cabbage
I keep telling mum that she
Doesn't need to worry bout
Her last born son cah she knows a mans savage
Break down packages so i can live lavish
I'm tryna be a millionaire
Before a get carried
Rolling with a spinner tryna catch me a nigga
In a black bandanna I don't
Really where ballys yo
And if a nigga make me lose my
Temper in the middle of december
Man will heat up the whole winter
I Might pull up on a
Sunday when your going church
With your mum you better know
What your getting inter (into)
You see me I'm a deep thinker slash
Heavyweight weed smoker slash yak drinker
Ayo my name rings bells nuttin like tinker
Everybody loves skrapz you can ask insta
I'm rolling in a black dinger
I got my nigga fatz sitting in
The back that's my right winger
You might catch me in restaurant
With the weapon underneath
My napkin I'm bless when i eat dinner
Boom i confess i'm a big sinner
I done alot my bros only god knows though
Neggers wanna know why i rap this way I tell
A nigga that you haven't heard shit yet bro