The Scrob Shop by Twivee Lyrics
[Chorus]
You should know that everything I drops hot
And that musics something that I got locked
I just hear the beat and then I go and dot, dot
If you're looking for me, you can find me at The Scrob Shop
[Verse 1]
You can find me at The Scrob Shop
And I be trying all of Gods crops
Getting supplies in for the hotbox
Might connect like a wifi or a hotspot
You ain't what they might call dapper
Let me remind you that you're not hot
And remind me not to cock block
When we arrive in, got it locked off
And I wanna see everybody in the place, in a trance, then bounce like you're under a curse
And your favorite rapper ain't your favorite rapper when he comes on stage, but he comes in a hurst
Used to wake up every morning, go to The Scrob Shop, get a little something to burn
And it ain't ol' Twivee boy if you don't hear him shout at least one in a verse (AHH!)
Big bag of weed, is that a g? Give that to me, hit badder trees, sit happily
Shit, damn, I need riz packet please, 12 inch, add a three, think that'll be fine
'Cause I got Scrob Shop finest set in a tin
A little Scrob Shop value, separate cling
Then I'm hollering at your bitch and then I'm getting it in
'Cause I'm copping a reservation at the Premier Inn
Like yah, yah, tryna spit, spit, spit 'till I get rich as fuck
Tryna make the limo wait, at school I used to miss the bus
Angels in all white is how they'll picture us (pic - picture us)
I've been waiting to drop on you fucks, when I do it'll turn your brick to dust
Just know that
[Chorus]
You should know that everything I drops hot
And that musics something that I got locked
I just hear the beat and then I go and dot, dot
If you're looking for me, you can find me at The Scrob Shop
[Verse 2]
Lookin' like I'm balling when I'm through but I'm ticking it off of our man
All you gotta do is consider it as a bar tab
Call me when it's due, and I'm hitting him with the hard cash
Well I thought I had, ooh, I thinking its in the car man
Wait a minute, I'll be back in sec, check in the glovey, Ipad and cheque
Debit card, outstanding with debt, then I feel a hand on my neck and he says
"Where" is the question he asked when he mentioned, he mentioned that half
But I'm passed out in a day dream, looking like a piece of conceptual art
Yes you should've guessed from the start, takin' over the worlds my interest
I feel like Kim Jong behind this mixing desk, I don't really know what the fuck this button does
Just know that you wanna hit the deck
(Whoosh)
When I kill it I don't wanna hear no commentary, and I gotta the stamina when you're doing it voluntary
Been a member of the game and I'm feeling so honorary, but when I'm inside the stu and it's looking like commissary
I don't wanna leave it, you don't wanna dare me
I just been peaking out the window and nothing has done prepared me
For the planet is falling apart and you wonder why I never leave the house because it's fucking scary
And nothing you can say has got me listening and wait a minute this fucking pot is brilliant
No wonder I always see Scrobbie billin' 'em
This shit is worth at least a Scrobbie Billion
I even like the bags you Scrobbie seal in 'em
If you weren't my boy I'd be probably stealing them
'Cause these other dealers set the bar low
But you my boy you're fucking Scrobbie Williams
[Chorus]
You should know that everything I drops hot
And that musics something that I got locked
I just hear the beat and then I go and dot, dot
If you're looking for me, you can find me at The Scrob Shop
[Verse 3]
Got me a little spliff, it can catch my flame
Loud in the bag gonna pack my J
Hittin' falsetto I'm gonna crack my frame
Soprano in the speaker, you can't match my bass
Fuckin' act my age? Do you have no shame
When I stack my change, just to have my 8th
And I roll up like I hope that's ok
That's my boy, watch little man complain
In The Scrob Shop, you can find me there
They got a wall lift, we ain't climbing stairs
And I been kicking back in a reclining chair
And I'm probably gonna be dying here
'Cause there ain't no windows when I need air
And I'm blowing circles, my eyes are squared
Got me a strain and it's fine as hair
And I'm neither here and I'm neither there
So bitch don't come around and try and free load
I just got hit up saying he got the reload
He get his in by the fucking kilo
And you're in it as long as you go where tree go
So this one goes out to one of my favorite dealers
Who made his p's from his q's and spent it on takeaway dinner
'Cause you can retire from making bills off an 8th
But you can't take away the fucking 8th from the biller
The Scrob Shop
[Chorus]
You should know that everything I drops hot
And that musics something that I got locked
I just hear the beat and then I go and dot, dot
If you're looking for me, you can find me at The Scrob Shop
You should know that everything I drops hot
And that musics something that I got locked
I just hear the beat and then I go and dot, dot
If you're looking for me, you can find me at The Scrob Shop
[Verse 1]
You can find me at The Scrob Shop
And I be trying all of Gods crops
Getting supplies in for the hotbox
Might connect like a wifi or a hotspot
You ain't what they might call dapper
Let me remind you that you're not hot
And remind me not to cock block
When we arrive in, got it locked off
And I wanna see everybody in the place, in a trance, then bounce like you're under a curse
And your favorite rapper ain't your favorite rapper when he comes on stage, but he comes in a hurst
Used to wake up every morning, go to The Scrob Shop, get a little something to burn
And it ain't ol' Twivee boy if you don't hear him shout at least one in a verse (AHH!)
Big bag of weed, is that a g? Give that to me, hit badder trees, sit happily
Shit, damn, I need riz packet please, 12 inch, add a three, think that'll be fine
'Cause I got Scrob Shop finest set in a tin
A little Scrob Shop value, separate cling
Then I'm hollering at your bitch and then I'm getting it in
'Cause I'm copping a reservation at the Premier Inn
Like yah, yah, tryna spit, spit, spit 'till I get rich as fuck
Tryna make the limo wait, at school I used to miss the bus
Angels in all white is how they'll picture us (pic - picture us)
I've been waiting to drop on you fucks, when I do it'll turn your brick to dust
Just know that
[Chorus]
You should know that everything I drops hot
And that musics something that I got locked
I just hear the beat and then I go and dot, dot
If you're looking for me, you can find me at The Scrob Shop
[Verse 2]
Lookin' like I'm balling when I'm through but I'm ticking it off of our man
All you gotta do is consider it as a bar tab
Call me when it's due, and I'm hitting him with the hard cash
Well I thought I had, ooh, I thinking its in the car man
Wait a minute, I'll be back in sec, check in the glovey, Ipad and cheque
Debit card, outstanding with debt, then I feel a hand on my neck and he says
"Where" is the question he asked when he mentioned, he mentioned that half
But I'm passed out in a day dream, looking like a piece of conceptual art
Yes you should've guessed from the start, takin' over the worlds my interest
I feel like Kim Jong behind this mixing desk, I don't really know what the fuck this button does
Just know that you wanna hit the deck
(Whoosh)
When I kill it I don't wanna hear no commentary, and I gotta the stamina when you're doing it voluntary
Been a member of the game and I'm feeling so honorary, but when I'm inside the stu and it's looking like commissary
I don't wanna leave it, you don't wanna dare me
I just been peaking out the window and nothing has done prepared me
For the planet is falling apart and you wonder why I never leave the house because it's fucking scary
And nothing you can say has got me listening and wait a minute this fucking pot is brilliant
No wonder I always see Scrobbie billin' 'em
This shit is worth at least a Scrobbie Billion
I even like the bags you Scrobbie seal in 'em
If you weren't my boy I'd be probably stealing them
'Cause these other dealers set the bar low
But you my boy you're fucking Scrobbie Williams
[Chorus]
You should know that everything I drops hot
And that musics something that I got locked
I just hear the beat and then I go and dot, dot
If you're looking for me, you can find me at The Scrob Shop
[Verse 3]
Got me a little spliff, it can catch my flame
Loud in the bag gonna pack my J
Hittin' falsetto I'm gonna crack my frame
Soprano in the speaker, you can't match my bass
Fuckin' act my age? Do you have no shame
When I stack my change, just to have my 8th
And I roll up like I hope that's ok
That's my boy, watch little man complain
In The Scrob Shop, you can find me there
They got a wall lift, we ain't climbing stairs
And I been kicking back in a reclining chair
And I'm probably gonna be dying here
'Cause there ain't no windows when I need air
And I'm blowing circles, my eyes are squared
Got me a strain and it's fine as hair
And I'm neither here and I'm neither there
So bitch don't come around and try and free load
I just got hit up saying he got the reload
He get his in by the fucking kilo
And you're in it as long as you go where tree go
So this one goes out to one of my favorite dealers
Who made his p's from his q's and spent it on takeaway dinner
'Cause you can retire from making bills off an 8th
But you can't take away the fucking 8th from the biller
The Scrob Shop
[Chorus]
You should know that everything I drops hot
And that musics something that I got locked
I just hear the beat and then I go and dot, dot
If you're looking for me, you can find me at The Scrob Shop