Skeme - Bullets lyrics

[Verse 1:] See I don't f** with s**a n***a's Cause that sh** get on my nerves f** your trap, I'm paid off rap Might make a million off of words Hoppin' straight from off the curb Filling clips and choppin' birds And I'm still with all the sh**, we give a f** what n***a's heard Ask around about the dude, they say they know I'm the sh** Keep a four ounce in my soda, keep your ho on my dick I just might say f** this rappin, might go hit me a lick And if my money gettin' low, we might give yo dough a kick [Hook:] Cause I got partners who pimpin', I got homies who flockin' I got k**ers who knockin' on sh**, if we got a problem So you best pick your battles, n***a snakes with no rattles Tell a b**h I want that tail, as long as mommy no tattle See, she might be with you, but that b**h likes me I'm the people's champ ho, I'm on that rocking my beat First comes the money, then comes the p**y Then come them haters, but here come them bullets [Verse 2:] See I don't f** with police's, on my nephews and neices Drug dealer designer, like all my sh** with no creases I know n***a's be hatin', bout' the money I'm making Success stressing me out, won't understand til you make it f** her once, no date She get nothing but the basics I got thots, all races, I swear to God we not racist All I need is the fortune, b**h I been street famous Everybody love me, I feel like I'm Raymond Everybody know the dude, gotta be a square if you don't I hear n***a's wanna knock me off, but n***a we know that you won't I told that b**h to call my Crooked, but she keeps sayin' Daddy Give that a** a high-five, and tell her throw it back at me [Hook] [Verse 3:] These n***a's p**y, I can sniff it I can snort it, this beat retarted Hey, who that n***a be? Question rhetoric My whip a foreign, You roll imported I'm hearing voices in my head, let's just record it Hey I got money, how I got it? ain't important This sh** is nothing, these n***a's frontin' I'm making hits around this b**h, you n***a's buntin' (I'm out the park) It's one take and this thing ain't punchin' Got Boi-1da on the beat, this sh** a lunchin' One take in this b**h and I ain't punchin' My stacks tall, you n***a's pockets on munchkin [Hook]