scrape Lyrics by Ken Carson
(Huh, scrapin’ the pot, scrape)
(Scrapin’ the pot, I scrape)
(Scrapin’ the pot, I scrape)
Music to your ears, just—
(Scrapin’ the pot, I scrape)
(Scrapin’ the pot, I scrape)
This music to your ears, bitch, just—
(Scrapin’ the pot, I scrape)
(Scrapin’ the pot)
Just listen
(Shakin’ that ass, she shake, I can’t catch a lot)
I’m scrapin’ it
Scrapin’ the pot, scrape (What?)
Scrapin’ the pot, scrape (What?)
She shakin’ that ass, she shake (What?)
I’m in Miami like Giannis (What?)
Add this shit up, I can’t minus (What?)
Push up with your gang and get minused (Oh, what the fuck?)
She don’t call me daddy (What?), she call me your highness
250K in my stash, you can have it if you find it (Scrapin’ the pot)
Shakin’ the block, K in my—
Checkin’ the block, K in my sock
I don’t leave the house without my Glock
Audemar, this a expensive clock (What?)
I’m in New York, I don’t Milly Rock (What?)
I’m in New York, I’m totin’ that— (Yeah)
I’m in New York, I’m totin’ that Drac’ (Yeah)
Bitch tryna put me on child support (Yeah)
Fuck a judge, I ain’t goin’ to court (Yeah)
Pussy bitch better come get me (Yeah)
I fuck your ho, then I’m done with it (Yeah)
If I hit it once, I had no fun with it
I’m in a Bentley, the big B (Yeah)
Pockets filled with blues like a big C (What?)
Fuck on that bitch in my Ricky tee (What?)
Fuckin’ that bitch in my Ricky socks (What?)
The cartunez make your ho flock (What?)
I just copped a boat, meet me at the dock (What?)
You movin’ too slow, meet me at the top (What?)
Red and blues, these niggas cop (What?)
Pint of red, this a Redbox (What?)
Speak on my gang, you get head-tapped (What?)
Speak on my gang, you get your head slapped (What?)
The ARP spit like a stupid kid (ARP)
It don’t get no dumber than a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)
You thought shit was new, I already knew that bitch (Ah, ah)
Fuck your pain, fuck your gang (What?)
Everybody goin’ through some shit (What the fuck?)
Jump in the mosh pit, I crowd surf (Fuck)
Glock 19, thirty-round burst (Fuck)
I just been scrapin’ the pot
Whippin’ the pot ’til my wrist hurt (Yeah)
I make your life savings off the merch
I’ll put your face on a t-shirt (Yeah)
Before we fuck, I go pop a Perc’ (Yeah)
No anime, I go berserk (Hell yeah)
I just been dodgin’ the eaters (Yeah)
Chains on, wife beater (Yeah)
She deliver that pussy like pizza (Ha)
I’m ’bout to eat this ho out (Out)
I just been shakin’ the block (Block)
I just been scrapin’ the pot (Pot)
I give this shit to my partner right now
I wouldn’t give nothin’ to a thot (Thot)
(Scrapin’ the block)
(Shakin’ the block, we shake)
(Scrapin’ the pot, scrape)
Music to your ears, just—
(Shakin’ the block, we shake)
(Scrapin’ the pot, I scrape)
This music to your ears, bitch, just—
(Shakin’ the block, gon’ shake)
(Scrapin’ the pot)
Just listen
I’m scrapin’ it
Scrapin’ the pot, scrape (Shakin’ the block, we shake, shake)
Scrapin’ the pot, scrape
She shakin’ that ass, she shake (Shake)
I’m in Miami like Giannis (Shake)
Add this shit up, I can’t minus (Shake)
Push up with your gang and get minused (Shake)
Uh, ayy, this bitch hard
Shakin’ the block, gon’ shake
She shakin’ that ass, she shake
Scrapin’ the pot, we scrape
Scrapin’ the pot, we scrape
