Skrapz - The Hardest lyrics

[Verse 1: ?] Ay yo, yo gotta keep your head up Keep choppin off even though you're gettin fed up Keep buyin food even though the Ps went up Stay burnin weed even though my eyes red up Gotta keep your head up Imma keep goin in I ain't tryna stop right now so I'm showin em I ain't tryna only get paid when my phone rings More time I just felt bait when I'm rollin Got 3 phones, yea I know it's a joke ting Hope that I don't see boydem patrollin Hope that my dog picks up when I phone him Hope that the yutes stop Gs when [?] Right now I'm zonin Right now I'm I think that I'm gonna strike like bowlin Strike like lightnin Ga**ed up, hypin Can't violate none of mine, now I'm ridin Make sure the clip goes click when it slides in Make sure that you don't chat sh** when I'm writin Nuff of these yutes gotta b**h and I'm hidin Nuff of these yutes straight snitch and blow [?] I been f**in up snitches in secondary Nowadays send a snitch to the cemetery Headshots that's the only thing necessary Straight piss in your grave, no Don Perry Your team's feather-weight rudeboy, my team's heavy [Verse 2: Fundz] Right now I'm kinda caught in the moment Might see me in a Porsche when I'm rollin My phone's broke got walkin and strollin Came out broke poor, I was moanin Now I'm lickin out potions and stones dem Look how quick alla them Os went Yo Skrapz we're heavy We the tallest ting, seen you ghost ride the Bentley You been goin in Crime Scene gang's the sh** we're livin at Vaseline grease, my n***a he's been rippin that If they squeeze shots on us we just lick it back Triple black hoodie and jeans and a faded cap Whole hood's talkin, now Scrapz is back And Fundz is home, kick back relax How many years now we been clappin straps So more time you clap man they ain't clappin back [Verse 3: ?] Fundz Man been goin in Don't try gwan like it's me the one k**in them Had you locked up for [?] now you're back again Before you got locked up we was clappin them Whole snitch [?] straight splashin in Still splashin in By a quick food mash it up, then I lick it out Can't talk in my whip, now it's pepper fam I might switch to the coup [?] [Verse 4: Scrapz] I'm takin [?] bolts and 4 pipes Gang long guns and fur coats, roll white Fam, Scrapz in your creps, in your loafers dem Spiderman ting, Gucci webs all over them [?] flingin Fs all over them n***as get k**ed, put the feds all over em Chill out, you still reign supreme Change the scene Cuttin 8ths of [?], shut up like a laser beam