Scratches

Fuck a franny boy
Finna rob ya with a strap
Just for a half
Skirt off then I laugh
Scum lower than when
I was scrapping through my stash
Bums heading down a path
Head home to the batch
And I do some math
Shit didn't make a scratch
Still living in the cash
But still there's a catch
These bitches on my ass
Coming back from my past
Coming through fly fast
Thinking that they blast
But a pussy can't act
Gotta make these racks
They can’t do that
That’s fact
They plain whole whack
They fold they lack
Put bowls in the back
More rolls we smack
Slack back in the black shack
Splat man with the black mac
Pull up
Roll out the black mat
Shot man where the sack at?
Stain man in the hatchback
Take my backpack
Got it back
Lost assets
No debt just scratches
Just a minor setback
No effect on the racks bitch
Pull up on me
Soon they gonna see
Just another scratch to me
No effect on the feed see
Packing for a fucking zip
Here's a fucking tip bitch
Low life scum never make it never one
No, no no never one
No, no no never one

Started with a quarter ounce
Now I'm moving by the pounds
Good as that sounds
I'm still bound down
By these broke boy clowns
And they think they thugs
And they think they into drugs
Cuz they got a bit of bud
So they runnin for a nug
And they gunnin for plug
Andover hit and run
Motherfucking bums
I be ripping fucking lungs
I be packing fucking guns
I be fucked up on the drugs
Know I'm nothing to be loved
But fuck!
Something should be done
Gimme the sun and imma
Get up and run on a lil bitch
I'm another stunna no other except my brothers
We on another fucker
Decide whether or not he gonna live in a gutter
What I say must be done
Switch switch switchblade fun
What I say what I say must be done
I'll slay all bums
No way I'm done
Even when I'm dead
And decaying in a grave
I'll haunt every motherfuckin one