In A Scaper Makin' Paper Lyrics

[MessCalen:]
Give me a bag of that glue shit, nigga I'm good
In a Scraper eatin Now or Laters, nigga I'm hood
You spend a whole fifty, I give ya a solid
Like that Remi in my cup, I'm a alcoholic
The first, the second, and the third dumb off
Them four-five's and the Eagle birds jump off
It's summertime everybody on the corner sellin crack
Finna get my money, nigga f*ck all that
The Buick need paint, it's The Up All Nite Show
Four in the mornin nigga snortin that nitro
In my Scraper makin paper, parks still smokin
I need a bottle and the sto' ain't open, shit

[Hook x2: Keak Da Sneak]
I'm in a Scraper makin paper, drinkin Remi [?]
Yadadadamean, ain't from the Golden State
But shit, can't hate-can't hate, catch me with some real boss niggaz
Some more rawer than Digga, slang rock everywhere like Jigga [MessCalen:]
I got a sell for a hundred, and I'm on my way
It's been slow as f*ck around this bitch all day
f*ck it, I'm about to go and pull a jack
And jump out on the corner, with a mask and a Mac
And jump back in the car with another nigga sack
And a couple mo' days come right f*ckin back
Yeah, yo boy gotta count
I hit Times and snatch the bill out a nigga mouth
You know, it's one of them days
I can get you chalupa, in so many ways
In my Scraper makin paper, ridin and still smokin
I need a bottle but the sto' ain't open, shit

[Hook x2: Keak Da Sneak]

[Talking]
Ah, we runnin this here
Ay, keep goin my nigga, hit this left
Yeah, ah, hey, park right here
Ay, ay, ay, yeah, ay, we just ran the bitch over

[Hook x2: Keak Da Sneak]

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