Stay Schemin'
Sometimes I sit back and think
Do I think too hard? Or do I think enough?
It's the fourth quarter I'm applying pressure
I'm putting up buckets I'm coming in clutch
Oh, you get money? Welcome to the club
50s and 100s I need all the dubs
While y'all fuckin around in the club
I'm making the music they play in the club
I stay schemin'
I fuck up a check in Neiman's
I like it I cop it I cash out put the shit on
And stunt like Knievel
Yeah
On point like a needle
I'm blessed but followed demons
I swear these bitches aint shit but I can't be mad (Why?)
Cause I ain't either (Ha)
Yeah
They told me chill, relax sit back take a breather
But I don't know how to do that
I spit crack hoe I spit ether
I'm tryna turn every single one of my haters into believers
But in order to grow you need dirt thrown on your name
So fuck it I need em
Yeah, I feed off of that shit, it only makes me stronger
I been patient I can't wait longer
I'm raw dogging the fuck out this rap game like
Man, what the hell is a condom?
And the crazy shit about it is I'm just 18
And I barely just started
I'm too busy working on me
So, I get offended when they ask me to party
Well okay fuck it I might pop a bottle or two
You know I gotta do what I gotta do
Addicted to winning hell na I can't lose
Addicted to paper I love counting blues
Somebody once told me don't fall for these hoes
Play your role they just pick and choose
I pass on the bitch Steve Nash
And alley oop lil mama right straight to the crew
Sometimes I sit back and think
Do I think too hard? Or do I think enough?
It's the fourth quarter I'm applying pressure
I'm putting up buckets I'm coming in clutch
Oh, you get money? Welcome to the club
50s and 100s I need all the dubs
While y'all fuckin around in the club
I'm making the music they play in the club
I stay schemin'
I fuck up a check in Neiman's
I like it I cop it I cash out put the shit on
And stunt like Knievel
Yeah
On point like a needle
I'm blessed but followed demons
I swear these bitches aint shit but I can't be mad (Why?)
Cause I ain't either
Ahh
Ay dios mio
Mira
Look at the neck it's frio
Fabe Tom Brady they aint fucking with me in this field
This my year yeah foreal (Yeah)
You might not see me but don't overlook me
And I aint a killer don't push me
Left hand up on the steering wheel, right hand up on your bitch pussy
(Ahh)
She riding with me cause she like how do it
Smart motherfucker the way I maneuver
Buy her some shit and smack her on the ass
She know Ima dog, told her call me Scooby
Aye but Fabe can't be committed, sorry lil bae
I got places to be
I gotta go and get the benjis, stack up to the ceiling
I got blue faces to see
I'm serious about this shit hell na I can't play
I'm only here for the night lil baby
Sorry I cannot stay (No I cannot stay)
Yea I stay out of the drama, out of the mix, and out of the way
They said if this shit don't work out what's your plan B?
Don't fuck up Plan A
Yeah
Sometimes I sit back and think
Do I think too hard? Or do I think enough
It's the fourth quarter I'm applying pressure
I'm putting up buckets I'm coming in clutch
Oh, you get money? Welcome to the club
50s and 100s I need all the dubs
While y'all fuckin around in the club
I'm making the music they play in the club
I stay schemin'
I fuck up a check in Neiman's
I like it I cop it I cash out put the shit on
And stunt like Knievel
Yeah
On point like a needle
I'm blessed but followed demons
I swear these bitches aint shit but I can't be mad (Why?)
Cause I ain't either (Ha)
Do I think too hard? Or do I think enough?
It's the fourth quarter I'm applying pressure
I'm putting up buckets I'm coming in clutch
Oh, you get money? Welcome to the club
50s and 100s I need all the dubs
While y'all fuckin around in the club
I'm making the music they play in the club
I stay schemin'
I fuck up a check in Neiman's
I like it I cop it I cash out put the shit on
And stunt like Knievel
Yeah
On point like a needle
I'm blessed but followed demons
I swear these bitches aint shit but I can't be mad (Why?)
Cause I ain't either (Ha)
Yeah
They told me chill, relax sit back take a breather
But I don't know how to do that
I spit crack hoe I spit ether
I'm tryna turn every single one of my haters into believers
But in order to grow you need dirt thrown on your name
So fuck it I need em
Yeah, I feed off of that shit, it only makes me stronger
I been patient I can't wait longer
I'm raw dogging the fuck out this rap game like
Man, what the hell is a condom?
And the crazy shit about it is I'm just 18
And I barely just started
I'm too busy working on me
So, I get offended when they ask me to party
Well okay fuck it I might pop a bottle or two
You know I gotta do what I gotta do
Addicted to winning hell na I can't lose
Addicted to paper I love counting blues
Somebody once told me don't fall for these hoes
Play your role they just pick and choose
I pass on the bitch Steve Nash
And alley oop lil mama right straight to the crew
Sometimes I sit back and think
Do I think too hard? Or do I think enough?
It's the fourth quarter I'm applying pressure
I'm putting up buckets I'm coming in clutch
Oh, you get money? Welcome to the club
50s and 100s I need all the dubs
While y'all fuckin around in the club
I'm making the music they play in the club
I stay schemin'
I fuck up a check in Neiman's
I like it I cop it I cash out put the shit on
And stunt like Knievel
Yeah
On point like a needle
I'm blessed but followed demons
I swear these bitches aint shit but I can't be mad (Why?)
Cause I ain't either
Ahh
Ay dios mio
Mira
Look at the neck it's frio
Fabe Tom Brady they aint fucking with me in this field
This my year yeah foreal (Yeah)
You might not see me but don't overlook me
And I aint a killer don't push me
Left hand up on the steering wheel, right hand up on your bitch pussy
(Ahh)
She riding with me cause she like how do it
Smart motherfucker the way I maneuver
Buy her some shit and smack her on the ass
She know Ima dog, told her call me Scooby
Aye but Fabe can't be committed, sorry lil bae
I got places to be
I gotta go and get the benjis, stack up to the ceiling
I got blue faces to see
I'm serious about this shit hell na I can't play
I'm only here for the night lil baby
Sorry I cannot stay (No I cannot stay)
Yea I stay out of the drama, out of the mix, and out of the way
They said if this shit don't work out what's your plan B?
Don't fuck up Plan A
Yeah
Sometimes I sit back and think
Do I think too hard? Or do I think enough
It's the fourth quarter I'm applying pressure
I'm putting up buckets I'm coming in clutch
Oh, you get money? Welcome to the club
50s and 100s I need all the dubs
While y'all fuckin around in the club
I'm making the music they play in the club
I stay schemin'
I fuck up a check in Neiman's
I like it I cop it I cash out put the shit on
And stunt like Knievel
Yeah
On point like a needle
I'm blessed but followed demons
I swear these bitches aint shit but I can't be mad (Why?)
Cause I ain't either (Ha)
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Writer(s): Fabian Garcia
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