Tie me up on this one
And keep that in that too
Still thuggin ,i don't know
b*tch 4eva
Hoping me that drink will quick n*gga breathe
[Hook]
Walking in this b*tch with my rolle glowing
Because there is work at the block that is overflowing
All n*ggas hating be overflowing
Because i unload the clip when it's overloaded
2 X
[Verse 1 Skeme]
Walking in this b*tch with a knock homie
I am like watch a homie because you are not the homie
Spot a b*tch that i want it then got her homie
She got all that ass that i make her pop for me
Tell her do what doing You a whore and i knew it
What you had in shot and I blew it
I mix up my fluids
Remain a trill , i m true-est
I stack my profits like i am a jewish
Flow go on unstopped
I just want , bought that new benz
Drive that whore under influence
I might just do doughnuts
Pop me two pills and go up
If you don't got paper then don't show up
I drink on,that drinking don't slow up
My n*gga say they gonna ride to die
But, the sh*t they throw up
Hope that you pussies know that's the trooph
I am gangsta Go chordy on me out of boof
Ain't whore, ain't go f*cking get the boot
b*tch i go hunger games by the loo
I just have gotta call me skeme the wolf
You n*ggas say you thuggin, where the proof
[Hook]
[Verse 2 Billy]
I am a bad b*tch like woof woof
Run up on me get your wick puss
Has it, did it , yeah i m real stush
I get bookoo money then i blow kush
Go ask about me how to rap good
pus*y good and neck good
Reselect it and when it come to n*ggas
I won't make it bounce unless the cheque good
I was never local I was state to state
Making music on a moving place
Probably had your little sister busting days
Speaks the upper bit, imposed on the pay
b*tch you know I ain't poping, I am respecting the hate
I am so hungry,b*tch I m scraping the plate
Get to what I do and got what it takes
Can't understand me the real criblet
Walking in this hoe-ing and b*tch was going
If i stand my fingers ,think a n*gga coming
I ain't never had to ask my name
Because the young b*tch get lots of money
One thing is hoe-ing that b*tch was doing
If i stand my fingers think your b*tches coming
They can't see with me, these b*tches bumming
They can't f*ck with me, how many b*tches bugging
[Hook]
[Verse 3 Thrash ]
Havana to cashna
Pretty b*tch with them back shots
Counting money in my living room
With city viewing in the backdraw
Shooters with me like BlackOps
Young n*gga go get that bankroll
Gotta gotta like i can't ball
I got foreign faces on these bank notes yeah
As just so appear my money is on Lamborghinis
And clearance on the ground like
Seat barriers in barracks on a vanceboro[?]
But supreme on the balance
The supreme What I m wearing
My kicks is the ravest
My spot need pool with a ocean uterus
My art on the walls that i loft up in paris
Ferraris to whip on me, update like paris
I am the one they know it
It's been a long one and they know it
Whipped a lot in foreign, exotic foreign fabbys on my body
Yeah yeah yeah yeah