Scraper

[Chorus]
I'm in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)
Back seat's full of snow (back seat's full of snow)
I'm in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)
Tire pressure's getting low (tire pressure's getting low)
What you know, what you know? (what you know, what you know?)
No one knows 'bout my nose (no one knows 'bout my nose)
What you know, what you know? (what you know, what you know?)
No one knows 'bout my nose (no one knows 'bout my nose)

[Verse 1]
I feel like Hammer in these parachutes
Hoppin' out the coupe
Going broke for clues
Made the news
Black man drown in a black pool
I just paint these pictures I'm Picasso in a Kangol
Dancin' with the Devil like, baby can you tango?
Heart as cold as Rita's nose fuller than my stomach is
Died and went to heaven, it was boring so, hell it is
Scraper still pushing but every light's flashing
Probably why a nigga keep having heat flashes
Head in the dirt
I feel like numbing is under the statement
Tongue getting covered with love from a fragrance
Funny how me and my pain are adjacent, fuck
I can't even fathom head headed over mountains
Politickin' with these infants I just hope it ain't a challenge, yeah
Dropped outta college just to find answers (yeah, yeah)
Waistin' money just to be a freelancer (yeah, yeah)
Momma left advice in my voicemail (yeah, yeah)
Word of mouth's movin' like a folktale

[Chorus]
I'm in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)
Back seat's full of snow (back seat's full of snow)
I'm in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)
Tire pressure's getting low (tire pressure's getting low)
What you know, what you know? (what you know, what you know?)
No one knows 'bout my nose (no one knows 'bout my nose)
What you know, what you know? (what you know, what you know?)
No one knows 'bout my nose (no one knows 'bout my nose)

[Bridge]
Pull up pull up, wait
Pull up, wait
Pull up pull up, wait
Pull up, wait
Bitch it's my way, bitch it's my way
Pull up pull up, wait
Pull up, wait
Pull up pull up, wait
Pull up, wait
Or the highway, or the highway

[Verse 2]
Got that shit that make you wanna slap yo mama back to back
I split the pack, I serve you that, I punch a brick until it cracks
I move
Out the way a different state
Ballin' like the ball is flat
Eatin' like I over ate
I'm on
Offer than an auction
My bitch look like she winnin' but my bitch feel like she lost it
Raf Simmons scuff lookin' gorgeous as a princess
Sneezin' for a reason if you ask I'm allergic
Scratch my throat
I'm gonna stand outta bounds
Y'all can hold onto the loud
Really that isn't my sound
Roulette with six bullets
They watch as I pull it
I feel like misfortune
Head gone, no horseman
Doppelgangin'
In the mirror with Satan
I'm the only reason
There's an only reason (yeah, yeah)
Scraper pushin'
Clouds sweatin' bullets
Umbrella ella
Gonna help me through it

[Chorus]
I'm in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)
Back seat's full of snow (back seat's full of snow)
I'm in LA with the scraper (I'm in LA with the scraper)
Tire pressure's getting low (tire pressure's getting low)
What you know, what you know? (what you know, what you know?)
No one knows 'bout my nose (no one knows 'bout my nose)
What you know, what you know? (what you know, what you know?)
No one knows 'bout my nose