[Chorus]
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, I'll show you my hands
[Interlude]
(Pull up, pull up, pull up! Wheel!)
Yo, let me get comfortable in this bitch
Yeah-yeah, Scar
Aye
[Verse 1]
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' to 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 in quiet
Live life private
I made the moves on autopilot, damn
[Chorus]
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, I'll show you my hands (Hands)
[Verse 2]
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
Uh, I track tracks in my yard
Scarlxrd still gets rowdy, (Still gets rowdy) yeah
I'm just fine on my own
Don't need no one 'round me, yeah
Them men there some fuckboys
Them men there some pagans (Mmm, damn)
I only do this music thing to let out the frustration, like damn (Whoa)
[Chorus]
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, I'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, I'll show you my hands
[Interlude]
("Welcome to the 3 Voicemail Service
Message from:
Nigga, 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, fuck you")
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
Aye
I hope you motherfucking hurt
When you see me
I hope it burns, oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)
I hope you really fucking hurt, oh, yeah
This time (What?)
You will burn
[Outro]
Eugh (Chee!)
Scar-lxrd, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, Scar
