Rob49 and G Herbo - Skeme

Yeah
That's it right there, keep it going
This is gonna be a one take

Yeah, here we go again
Lights was off at mama house, so she couldn't see my vision
Go ask your bro, I broke the law, and flew pounds in my city
I'm in the Lamb' truck gettin' my dick sucked
Light-skin, dark-skin, I want both of 'em

Let me know some
Two hoes slid on me but I want three, I need a foursome
I already got a ho, I don't want no ho talkin' 'bout she wholesome
I don't need no more clout, ho, watch your mouth, always tryna post some
Keep my Glock on me, I hop out front seat tryna smoke some
Keep the questions, I don't know nothin'
Glizzy don't need a beam, but like a green dot, bitch, you know it's comin'
Soon as we leave his team
We just gon' flee the scene
My shooters score with ease
We don't even need a screen

Yeah, my shooter score with ease
Soon as he see him, he squeeze
Ridin' 'round town in a matte black truck
With 5% tint, with skis on
I be tryna, uh, get in her pants, get in the endzone
I be tryna, uh, trap all day like a trap star
On my grind but I don't skate
Ask me shit, I plead the Fifth
Get a big check on the first
Yeah, I love but I don't need her
I was down bad but I turnt up quick, got that win again
Losses turned to lessons, I'm the truth, they can't do this shit
And I'm scheming hard, niggas know I'm a problem
I be in the projects, bro serve Oxycodone
He be playing with that white shit like he be serving Coca-Cola
I be I be I be keepin' my pistol like I'm poster

I be quick to get on a nigga ass like he owe some
Broski ridin' Jag', do the dash like he stole some
We don't even pull up Jags, ridin' new ones like the old ones
Fuckin' up that sack, buying platinum like it's gold
I be, I be quick to slut a bitch, she don't mean none
Then get drunk and text her phone quick like I need some
You can't talk like you love these hoes, I don't either
Feed her dick and then she call me piss, I won't feed her
She don't even trip, uh
On my neck a kit, uh
On my right a brick, uh
In my left a switch, uh
I make bitches lit
So I left her lit
I got with her rich
So I left her rich

We ain't trippin' 'bout this shit
We ain't never been trippin'
This shit end
This shit gon' never end
Shit I spent on a bitch, I spend on a friend
Shit I spend on broski, we spent on Benzes
No bap, for real
We was in the trenches, hunnid K cash before rap
I was rappin' but I wasn't snappin'
Me and my niggas was clappin', that's how I made it happen
Before rappin' we was trappin'
Shit ain't a movie, but we want action

Written by:
Robert Thomas, Robert L. Jamison IV, Edward Theodore Riley Jr., Moritz Busch, Luiz J. Diaz, Herbert Wright

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave

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