Schemin'

Look
She say bands make her dance (Bounce)
We made plans for the land (Trips)
I call friends, she call friends (Bitch)
I'm on xans, she on xans (Pills)
Just a queeb can't take chances (Na)
I might wild out on camera, woah
I'm gon' float there's no end to it (Na)
I want throat, she want tongue movement
We don't settle so 69 it is
Partially ghetto so she still ridin' dick
I can't side the bitch, I can't bribe the bitch
You can't slide the chick, you not adequate
Lots of pressure when I be steppin' out
I'm most talked about, plus I'm rolling loud
We chain-smoking clouds, you can't hang now
Ya'll some buzzkills, ya'll can't hang out

Well
Shawty got ass for days
Spent nights textin' plottin' on bae
Well
Look what the cat drug in
Come quick 'fore I fuck on your friend
Just listen don't talk back (Just listen don't talk back)
Just listen don't talk back (Just listen don't talk back)

Yeah
Just listen don't talk back (Talk back)
Used to have a spark but you lost that (Lost that)
Pulled up in the dart with the sports pack (Skrrt skrrt)
Always left with a broke back (Smash)
Always present where the smoke at
Once a pleab, a priority beauty
Got you liftin', your improving
Be selective with your choosing
I know after me I've got about one or two on my end
To give you attention
In a minute, I'm bout to leave any sentence (Any sentence)
That you want to say to try make me stay
I sought you, I aimed
I hit then I tamed
Supreme

Well
Shawty got ass for days
Spent nights textin' plottin' on bae
Well
Look what the cat drug in
Come quick 'fore I fuck on your friend
Just listen don't talk back (Just listen don't talk back)
Just listen don't talk back (Just listen don't talk back)

Ha
(Just listen don't talk back)
(Just listen don't talk back)
(Just listen don't talk back)
(Just listen don't talk back)
Supreme
(Just listen don't talk back)
(Just listen don't talk back)
(Just listen don't talk back)
(Just listen don't talk back)



Credits
Writer(s): Furman Taylor
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