Bullets - Skeme

See I don’t fuck with sucka nigga’s

Cause that shit get on my nerves

Fuck your trap, I’m paid off rap

Might make a million off of words

Hoppin' straight from off the curb

Filling clips and choppin' birds

And I’m still with all the shit, we give a fuck what nigga’s heard

Ask around about the dude, they say they know I’m the shit

Keep a four ounce in my soda, keep your ho on my dick

I just might say fuck this rappin, might go hit me a lick

And if my money gettin' low, we might give yo dough a kick

Cause I got partners who pimpin', I got homies who flockin'

I got killers who knockin' on shit, if we got a problem

So you best pick your battles, nigga snakes with no rattles

Tell a bitch I want that tail, as long as mommy no tattle

See, she might be with you, but that bitch likes me

I’m the people’s champ ho, I’m on that rocking my beat

First comes the money, then comes the pussy

Then come them haters, but here come them bullets

See I don’t fuck with police’s, on my nephews and neices

Drug dealer designer, like all my shit with no creases

I know nigga’s be hatin', bout' the money I’m making

Success stressing me out, won’t understand til you make it

Fuck her once, no date

She get nothing but the basics

I got thots, all races, I swear to god we not racist

All I need is the fortune, bitch I been street famous

Everybody love me, I feel like I’m Raymond

Everybody know the dude, gotta be a square if you don’t

I hear nigga’s wanna knock me off, but nigga we know that you won’t

I told that bitch to call my Crooked, but she keeps sayin' Daddy

Give that ass a high-five, and tell her throw it back at me

These nigga’s pussy, I can sniff it

I can snort it, this beat retarted

Hey, who that nigga be?

Question rhetoric

My whip a foreign, You roll imported

I’m hearing voices in my head, let’s just record it (nigga yeah)

Hey I got money, how I got it?

ain’t important

This shit is nothing, these nigga’s frontin'

I’m making hits around this bitch, you nigga’s buntin' (I'm out the park)

It’s one take and this thing ain’t punchin'

Got Boi-1da on the beat, this shit a lunchin'

One take in this bitch and I ain’t punchin'

My stacks tall, you nigga’s pockets on munchkin