Skeme (Explicit)

Skeme (Explicit) - Rob49/G Herbo

Skeme (Explicit) - Rob49/G Herbo

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

Yeah hahahaha

That's it right there

Keep it goin' uh

This gon' be a one take

Uh uh uh uh

Yeah gang

Here we go again

Here we go again

Lights was off at mama house

So she couldn't see my vision

So she couldn't see my

Go ask your bro

I broke the law and flew

Pounds in my city gang

I'm in a Lamb' truck gettin'

My d**k sucked gang

Light skin dark skin

I want both of 'em uh

Let me know somethin'

Two h*es slid on me

But I want three

I need a foursome uh

Already got a ho

I don't want no ho talkin'

'Bout she wholesome yeah

I don't need no more clout

Ho watch your mouth

Always tryna post somethin' yeah

Keep my Glock on me

I hop out front seat

Tryna smoke somethin'

Brr baow

Keep the questions

I don't know nothin' gang

Glizzy don't need a beam

But like a green dot

***** you know it's comin'

Soon as we leave his team

Yeah

We just gon' flee the scene

Yeah

My shooters score with ease

Yeah

We don't even need a screen

Yeah

Yeah my shooters score with ease

Yeah

Soon as he see him he squeeze

Brr

Ride 'round my town in a matte

Black truck with five percent

Tint with skis on

Ayy

I be tryna uh get in her pants

Get in that end zone

Gettin' that end zone

I be tryna uh trap all day

Like a trapstar gang

On my grind but I don't skate

Ayy

Ask me **** I plead the fifth

Ayy

Get a big check on the first

Gang

Yeah I love

But I don't need it

Ayy

I was down bad

But I turned up quick

Got that win again

I got that win again

Losses turned to lessons

I'm the truth

They can't do this ****

Yeah

And I'm schemin' hard

Yeah niggas know I'm a problem

Yeah

I be in the project

Yeah bro serve Oxy Contin

I don't serve no crack

He be playin' with that white

**** like he servin'

Coca Cola yeah

I be I be I be keepin'

My pistol like I'm 'posed to

I be quick to get on a nigga

A*s like he owe somethin'

Broski ridin' Jag'

Do the dash like he stole somethin'

We won't even pull up Jags

Ride new ones like the old ones

Yeah

******* up that sack

Buyin' platinum like it's gold

G Herbo

I be I be quick to slut a *****

She don't mean nothin'

Then get drunk and text

Her phone quick like

I need somethin'

You can't talk like you don't

Love these h*es

I don't either

Feed her d**k and then she call me piss

I won't feed her

She don't even trip uh

On my neck

A kit A kit uh

On my right a brick

A brick

Uh and my left a switch

Brr uh

I make ******* lick uh

So I left her lit

Lit

I got with her rich

I got with her rich

So I left her rich

I left her rich

We ain't trippin' 'bout this ****

We ain't never been trippin'

This **** end this ****

Ain't gon' never end

Should I spend it on a *****

Or I spend it on my friend

Should I spend it on broski

And we spend it on my Benzes

No bap for real

We was in the trenches

Hundred K cash before rap

I was rappin' but I wasn't snappin'

Me and my niggas was clappin'

How I made it happen

'Fore rappin' we was trappin'

**** ain't no movie

We want action