[MessCalen:]

Give me a bag of that glue shit, nigga I'm good

In a Scraper eatin Now or Laters, nigga I'm hood

You spend a whole fifty, I give ya a solid

Like that Remi in my cup, I'm a alcoholic

The first, the second, and the third dumb off

Them four-five's and the Eagle birds jump off

It's summertime everybody on the corner sellin crack

Finna get my money, nigga fuck all that

The Buick need paint, it's The Up All Nite Show

Four in the mornin nigga snortin that nitro

In my Scraper makin paper, parks still smokin

I need a bottle and the sto' ain't open, shit



[Hook x2: Keak Da Sneak]

I'm in a Scraper makin paper, drinkin Remi [?]

Yadadadamean, ain't from the Golden State

But shit, can't hate-can't hate, catch me with some real boss niggaz

Some more rawer than Digga, slang rock everywhere like Jigga



[MessCalen:]

I got a sell for a hundred, and I'm on my way

It's been slow as fuck around this bitch all day

Fuck it, I'm about to go and pull a jack

And jump out on the corner, with a mask and a Mac

And jump back in the car with another nigga sack

And a couple mo' days come right fuckin back

Yeah, yo boy gotta count

I hit Times and snatch the bill out a nigga mouth

You know, it's one of them days

I can get you chalupa, in so many ways

In my Scraper makin paper, ridin and still smokin

I need a bottle but the sto' ain't open, shit



[Hook x2: Keak Da Sneak]



[Talking]

Ah, we runnin this here

Ay, keep goin my nigga, hit this left

Yeah, ah, hey, park right here

Ay, ay, ay, yeah, ay, we just ran the bitch over



[Hook x2: Keak Da Sneak]