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skeme - my shit lyrics

[hook: skeme]
b+tch i’m really from the bottom, from the guts of it
these n+ggas now days too fraud, i can’t trust none
sucka n+ggas out here acting, talking, won’t bust none
i just count that money up in front ya, better not touch none (yeah)
lil n+gga this my sh+t, i be on my sh+t
lil n+gga this my sh+t
that opp sh+t ain’t ever stop sh+t
that just make us grab them chopsticks and mopsticks (biatch)

[verse 1: skeme]
i’m the sh+t, huh
never switched, huh
what you spending on your rent is what i sip, huh
suicide watch for these cuts on my wrist, huh
you broker than a b+tch cuz you scared to take a risk, huh
took a minute getting where i’m at
and if i could i promise i wouldn’t swap sh+t (on god)
and no matter how hard them haters try to imitate and mock this
the bottom line is you n+ggas not this (yeah yeah)
pull up in a sp+ceship
aviators on the face in the c+ckpit
sitting in my lap that’s a 30, not a stock clip
bop b+tch, n+ggas better bicker with that hot sh+t
cuz my shooters gon’ go luther’s janitorial and mop sh+t
[hook: skeme]

[verse 2: rucci]
if i have mine, n+gga ya better get ya heater
cuz where i’m from they got guns and you don’t wanna be a
part of the murder rate
i hope my uncle beat his murder case
told him to stash his pistols and throw away that 38
tommy gun, b code, i be on my mob sh+t
north side to the muhf+ckin’ top b+tch
battlin’ round, two glocks, big talk sh+t
call me [?] dog, baby i’m poppin’ (aye aye)
big money, big dawg
got these n+ggas, p+ssed off
they tried to pass, it got picked off
for the cash, i’d risk it all

[hook: skeme]

[verse 3: mozzy]
ain’t no way they wanna war with us
them mozzarella fellas take corner up
withdrawal kickin’ in, pour that corner up
last time i checked, i was 740 up (yeah)
ay i just wanna touch a m, mama
lil n+gga stranded in the fields doin’ drills, mama
stuck inside tweakin’ with them lil llamas
drac’ reconstruct a n+gga face on a real potna
they don’t want no problems, not no real problems
we gon’ get it poppin’ then aks ’em if there’s still problems
at 30k he playin’ with his lil commas
drop a 30+piece on a chain for my lil mama (ah)
[hook: skeme]

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