Skeme - First 48 lyrics

Yeah, you know me Big Crooked skeme, right
I guess I'll just murder this
Shit real quick then what up Ill Will

Look
Pimpin' ain't dead cause a nigga still living
Sox gang bang bitch and ain't never switch it
Ya man don't touch half the money I'm getting
I'm a stand up guy
But baby all my cars sitting
Move in slow motion off
The potion I'm sipping
Double cup stuck, nigga I ain't even tripping
Ice in my ears make it hard for me to listen
And you ain't gotta ask if I'm on
It's a given
Now where the bread at, better yet
Where your head at money up nigga, yea dat
Act like I never said that
Smoking fire, stacks on too tall
Trying to find a bitch with
Old money and new draws girl I'm a killer
Them other niggas buying
Girl you're talking to the dealer
Dollar go-getter, wood gold realer
Nigga 8 shots fired split em up like Swishers
What it do, see they don't have a clue
She said she heard I was raw
I said that rumor is true
Sitting in the coupe
Trying not to look cooped up
Ice cream paint
Bitches die to get scooped up
Shoutout big Dom, ho choose up
If you ain't with it bitch, you can beat it
Duece up money make a bitch recognize
And if not, bitch, get a better set of eyes
Fly like falcons and high like mountains
My cash stack stupid and
We ain't even counting
Champagne on pour like a fountain
You know that Rosé is no
Less than two thousand
Sire in this motherfucker with me, too geeked
Got the squad blacked out, boy, too deep
Get your ass stomped trying to run up on me
Cause all my niggas on go and
All my bitches on E
Yeah, turn me up and turn me on
You know I'm in my zone
I got kush in my cologne
For LA I'm putting on
Bitch this where I belong
I be smoking on that strong
Like my women to be grown
Flow so diesel, you are no equal
Number one gunner, other rappers just sequels
Pistols & Palm Trees, boy this here a prequel
Flying in shittin' on them boys, seagulls
No redo, bitch, you know we do
Hit a 3 like them Heat do