Skeme - Promise lyrics
[Skeme - Promise lyrics]
Ay, haters be real
Sometimes you don't need nothing else
Know what I mean? Ingleworld 2, bitch
I hear they talking but I'm
Wondering what they saying though
Money's still a major issue
Fuck you playing for?
I'm in the game but clear to
See that I ain't playing, ho
I'm right here with it 'til I
Get everything I came for
All I want is respect, power and dollars
Screaming "Fuck you" to police
Same quote for Your Honor
Ain't no question marks or commas
I come up around piranhas, bears
Tigers and lions
Back when I circled the clients
You know how we do, nigga
Shoot 223s through niggas
Dressed like a GQ nigga but keep it G too
Nigga i'm in designer shit, won't catch
Me in no cheap suit, nigga
Let's see you wake up from this
Because you's a see-through, nigga
Now, if you you're scared, little buddy
Go to church they same for all my gangster
Niggas that be having work
Fuck with me right, you get paper
Fuck with me wrong, you get murked
Put me anywhere on God’s green Earth
And bet I triple my worth, my nigga
I woke up this morning with
The world on my mind i don't ask much of it
'cept not to play around with mine
I work too hard not to give it to me honest
And I ain't stopping nothing 'til I got it
That's my motherfucking promise
That's my motherfucking promise
I said I work too hard
Not losing ain't an option
I'm a ball on, baby, people watching
That's my motherfucking promise
Right, I just turned 25 years old
And now my bank account got six zeros
Woo, nigga, comma, comma, exclamation
That's that dollar sign communication
Long shot but I'll make it
Slanging raps to my pages
Backside, she Vegas
She look good but look greater naked
Hold up, bitches all up in my business
D-d damn, and they feel this
Top back off the VCH, how I'm living
There ain't no limit
I be S-K-E-M-E, hot boy not in that CMB
Pull up, '63 AMG, still screaming "SGODB"
See, this right here, we trill as hell
And all these niggas with me trill as well
And I got niggas hating, bitches waiting
On me to come put in
Their mouth like Akinyele
And I can tell that niggas ain't hot
For real never popped for real, well
They might just fail
Now, without a deal my dollars stack
My pockets fat
And they got them is, woo, bitch
I'm hearing shit check work off membership
I'm on the trillest shit, I'm stingy, bitch
But you fucked with me, and I'm a lend a clip
I ain't talk much cause niggas
Always yip and yap
Acting how they bitches act
See, I don't understand it
Like some chicken scratch
But I'm bool on these niggas
I be bicking back
And I'm in Saint Laurent, on the, 45
Clip attached where your niggas at?
And I love the bitty, man, I love the bitty
Since she gave me game, bitch
I just give it back
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Sometimes you don't need nothing else
Know what I mean? Ingleworld 2, bitch
I hear they talking but I'm
Wondering what they saying though
Money's still a major issue
Fuck you playing for?
I'm in the game but clear to
See that I ain't playing, ho
I'm right here with it 'til I
Get everything I came for
All I want is respect, power and dollars
Screaming "Fuck you" to police
Same quote for Your Honor
Ain't no question marks or commas
I come up around piranhas, bears
Tigers and lions
Back when I circled the clients
You know how we do, nigga
Shoot 223s through niggas
Dressed like a GQ nigga but keep it G too
Nigga i'm in designer shit, won't catch
Me in no cheap suit, nigga
Let's see you wake up from this
Because you's a see-through, nigga
Now, if you you're scared, little buddy
Go to church they same for all my gangster
Niggas that be having work
Fuck with me right, you get paper
Fuck with me wrong, you get murked
Put me anywhere on God’s green Earth
And bet I triple my worth, my nigga
I woke up this morning with
The world on my mind i don't ask much of it
'cept not to play around with mine
I work too hard not to give it to me honest
And I ain't stopping nothing 'til I got it
That's my motherfucking promise
That's my motherfucking promise
I said I work too hard
Not losing ain't an option
I'm a ball on, baby, people watching
That's my motherfucking promise
Right, I just turned 25 years old
And now my bank account got six zeros
Woo, nigga, comma, comma, exclamation
That's that dollar sign communication
Long shot but I'll make it
Slanging raps to my pages
Backside, she Vegas
She look good but look greater naked
Hold up, bitches all up in my business
D-d damn, and they feel this
Top back off the VCH, how I'm living
There ain't no limit
I be S-K-E-M-E, hot boy not in that CMB
Pull up, '63 AMG, still screaming "SGODB"
See, this right here, we trill as hell
And all these niggas with me trill as well
And I got niggas hating, bitches waiting
On me to come put in
Their mouth like Akinyele
And I can tell that niggas ain't hot
For real never popped for real, well
They might just fail
Now, without a deal my dollars stack
My pockets fat
And they got them is, woo, bitch
I'm hearing shit check work off membership
I'm on the trillest shit, I'm stingy, bitch
But you fucked with me, and I'm a lend a clip
I ain't talk much cause niggas
Always yip and yap
Acting how they bitches act
See, I don't understand it
Like some chicken scratch
But I'm bool on these niggas
I be bicking back
And I'm in Saint Laurent, on the, 45
Clip attached where your niggas at?
And I love the bitty, man, I love the bitty
Since she gave me game, bitch
I just give it back
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up