I'm chilling and cruising Always repeating the movement These niggas they get it or lose it I'd rather turn it to ruins They want to tell me I'm ruthless I think it's so fuckin' stupid I want my sound to expand Fuck it I don't need a plan (Aye) I'm 'bout to bring up the past (Aye) They went from riches to rags (Yeah, yeah) I can't be dealing with trash I'll give your girl to my mans She wanna party and smash I want 'em chewing on xans You won't be getting her back (Yeah) Come on'll show you my hands
("Pull up, pull up, pull up! Wheel! ") Yo', let me get bitch Yeah-yeah, Scar Aye
Yeah, I just got right back from my latest phase (Ah, yeah) Yeah, thought it would clear my mind out Nope, still got rage Uh, really took some time out Counting up the wrong days If you flow to my mouth Whole squad get stayed Still got bars in the back of my head top Twisted and unlocked to my skull like dreadlocks I played the game of life so good I don't think I'll ever get sent off Reset button, fresh start Wake n' bake then make ten songs I do the tricks when I take off On the grind in my skatepark Crushed all my Jack Joe's spark my jaw Nobody's home so nobody calls I could take shots with no eyes And without no legs and I still would score, aye Talk the real talk some more I'm just that guy, cold to the core Mr. Freeze would melt in war I got the heat in store I do the things that you love 'cause I'm bored I made sure everything was raw They said "Maz, when you get it you really gon' run with it" But I got it all and I crawled Memories cloudy, don't remember it all Feel like I'm Jason Bourne Was on the grind from night 'til morn' Saying fuck sleep when the blinds were drawn Spit two lines Some rhyme for sport You gon' drown if you run out jaws It's goin' take more than special force You want to take my man down like an A74 now Listen, I still think why not put mine down like wild dog silence Peace and quiet Live life private I made the moves on auto pilot, damn
I'm chilling and cruising Always repeating the movement These niggas they get it or lose it (Lose it) I'd rather turn it to ruins They want to tell me I'm ruthless I think it's so fuckin' stupid I want my sound to expand (Expand) Fuck it I don't need a plan (Plan) I'm 'bout to bring up the past (Past) They went from riches to rags (Rags) I can't be dealing with trash (Trash) I'll give your girl to my mans (Mans) She wanna party and smash (Smash) I want 'em chewing on xans (Xans) You won't be getting her back (Back) Come on'll show you my hands (Hands)
I-I-I want to ride in my whip, aye I want to chill with my woes, damn I ain't gettin' high in my whip, aye Stay down with ten toes like ooh All this motherfuckin' money changed my mood I just cut that bitch off, she was getting too rude I got so many thotties and they're goin' down All this liquor in my bloodstream, I should slow it down All you niggas wanna talk that talk And it's all the same But I do not pay mind to commas Swear that niggas getting paid Yeah, yeah I track tracks in my yard Scarlxrd still gets rowdy (Still gets rowdy) I'm just fine on my own Don't need no one 'round me Them men there some fuckboys Them men there some pagans (MM, damn) I only do this music ting to let out the frustration like damn (Whoa)
I'm chilling and cruising Always repeating the movement (Movement, yeah) These niggas they get it or lose it (Lose it) I'd rather turn it to ruins They want to tell me I'm ruthless I think it's so fuckin' stupid I want my sound to expand Fuck it I don't need a plan (Aye) I'm 'bout to bring up the past (Aye) They went from riches to rags (Aye) I can't be dealing with trash (Yeah, yeah) I'll give your girl to my mans She wanna party and smash I want 'em chewing on xans You won't be getting her back (Aye) Come on'll show you my hands (Yeah, yeah) I'm chilling and cruising Always repeating the movement These niggas they get it or lose it I'd rather turn it to ruins They want to tell me I'm ruthless I think it's so fuckin' stupid I want my sound to expand Fuck it I don't need a plan (Aye) I'm 'bout to bring up the past (Aye) They went from riches to rags (Yeah, yeah) I can't be dealing with trash I'll give your girl to my mans (Mans) She wanna party and smash I want 'em chewing on xans (Xans) You won't be getting her back Come on'll show you my hands
Welcome to the 3 Voicemail Service Message from Fuck you, you never text me back fuckin' bipolar head-ass nigga I fuckin' can't stand you I don't know why you keep acting this way one day you're fuckin' this, next day you're that I really can't fuckin' stand you nigga, fuck you Yeah, yeah
Aye I hope you motherfucking hurt When you see me, I hope it burns (Ah, yeah) I hope you really fucking hurt (Oh, yeah) This time (What?) You will burn