Warm up sessions SBTV

[Intro]
Boom
SBTV Warm Up Sessions
Big boy Skrapz, the one and only
Listen, boom

[Verse]
I make the .35 spin like casino
I bust my gun when I want, I be moving like Zino
Wrap a nigga up inside a black bin bag and throw him in the sea and tell that nigga go and find Nemo
Niggas making deals with the jakes, not me though, it's not the way we grow
I be in trap with the windows blacked out like I'm tryna make weed grow
Breaking down kilos with Kilo, listening to Ceebo
Send a young buck to go reload
Told him roll solo, don't roll with no Amigo
Big suitcase like he's tryna go Heathrow
Go and link this Portuguese don, his names Figo
Looking at my shoe it's not Gucci, it's Hugo
Came a long way from Hi-Techs and Muzuno, tell me what do you know
Man said that I'm hard, I've been killing them for years, I just tell a man cool bro
I ain't going on the roads with no taser
.35 ting, no scope, no laser
My chest looks stocky in my blazer
Probably drum rollin' with my vest like I'm going to play quasar
All I ever wanted was to make my money major, got my doctor telling me that I got money man behaviour
Free my brudda inch, swear down miss my niggas
Free dewy, free funds, free Jazzy, free Jigga
Black kush got my eyes red up like ketchup
Whipping up yayo, got it looking like mayo
Red and green on my crep, cabbage and tomato
My niggas mash P's, all your mashing is potato
Catch me in a whip with a clip full of hollows
All blacked out, I be looking like a shadow
Make a mans future look shallow
And if I see a man today, you ain't seeing man tomorrow
Mask round my face got me looking like Zorro
Filthy five-0 Might have man under Obbo
I be circling my yard before I park up my car, looking in my rear view to see if anybody followed
Niggas ain't heavy like me, they ain't ready like me
They don't never bruckshot, they ain't teddy like me
They was on a push bike, I was in my X3
Beep beep, blue jeep coming through and that's me
Red bus coming tru', double decker, that's you
Run and go and tell the down that I'm back, part 2
And my life's real life, nuttin' like cartoon
Self made, I ain't never been fed by spoon
Catch me on the block chilling with the stars like moon
Blowing up like balloon
I'm just tryna get my P's right and then I'm pulling up in suttin' new
Might be black, might be gun metal grey, it might blue
Niggas said they wanna take me out I'm like who?
All them man are small fries, tell them man there just cool
I don't wanna have to put my bullets in my pistol
Pull up on your block and have you niggas playing dodgeball
Niggas ain't hard like Skrapz, not at all
Praying on my downfall, who cares fuck 'em all
My niggas on the rise, we be terrorizing guys
Pull up in a white van, hopping out like surprise