Skeme - Bullets lyrics

See I don't fuck with sucka nigga's
Cause that shit get on my nerves
Fuck 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 shit
We give a fuck what nigga's heard
Ask around about the dude
They say they know I'm the shit
Keep a four ounce in my soda
Keep your ho on my dick
I just might say fuck this rappin
Might go hit me a lick
And if my money gettin' low
We might give yo dough a kick

Cause I got partners who pimpin'
I got homies who flockin'
I got killers who knockin' on shit
If we got a problem
So you best pick your battles
Nigga snakes with no rattles
Tell a bitch I want that tail
As long as mommy no tattle
See, she might be with you
But that bitch likes me
I'm the people's champ ho
I'm on that rocking my beat
First comes the money, then comes the pussy
Then come them haters
But here come them bullets

See I don't fuck with police's
On my nephews and neices
Drug dealer designer
Like all my shit with no creases
I know nigga's be hatin'
Bout' the money I'm making
Success stressing me out
Won't understand til you make it
Fuck 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
Bitch 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 nigga's wanna knock me off
But nigga we know that you won't
I told that bitch to call my Crooked
But she keeps sayin' Daddy
Give that ass a high-five
And tell her throw it back at me

These nigga's pussy, I can sniff it
I can snort it, this beat retarted
Hey, who that nigga be? Question rhetoric
My whip a foreign, You roll imported
I'm hearing voices in my head
Let's just record it (nigga yeah)
Hey I got money
How I got it? ain't important
This shit is nothing, these nigga's frontin'
I'm making hit's around this bitch
You nigga's buntin' (I'm out the park)
It's one take and this thing ain't punchin'
Got Boi-1da on the beat, this shit a lunchin'
One take in this bitch and I ain't punchin'
My stacks tall
You nigga's pockets on munchkin