Skeme - Roy lyrics
[Skeme - Roy lyrics]
"This game's in the refrigerator:
The door is closed, the lights
Are out, the eggs are cooling
The butter's getting hard
And the Jell-O's jigglin'!"
That's when they played in the set nigga
CMT baby, Inglewood shit
You see the foreign bread
It's a target on our back
We taking all fades nigga, Sox Gang
The city got me feeling like a ROY
Everybody talking 'bout the boy
The city got me feeling like a ROY
Everybody talking 'bout the boy
My dogs crying tattooed tears
I'm tryna find a nigga I can fear
That money make a bad bitch cheer
Everybody making noise for the
Rookie of the year
Everybody making noise for the rookie of the
Man everybody make noise
Money on my mental
I put that on everything I've been through
Diamonds on my neck got me frozen
I could melt these bitches down
And buy a Benz coupe
I don't be fucking around
With the fuck around
I get to buckin' I'll have you ducking down
I don't be fucking around
With the fuck around
I'd rather make these hundreds double
On you fucking clowns
On a nigga that pull up with killers loaded
Hands on them arms bet I get your ass floated
Used to stand on corners pitching
Like my name was Nolan
Ryan maybe try it maybe
Capricorn but I rap like a lion baby
Niggas looking at me like I was brazy
Tell them this how money and
The violence made me
Better yet nigga this is how
The I done made me
Rap pay good but I still got peace
Ain't too many niggas like me
Icy fresh on my all day
Cool 80K chilling on my white tees ay
Nigga tell the people what you lying for
I could get to them bands under a blindfold
100K I bet rollie switch the weather for me
Especially if you know them niggas hiding oh
See I got niggas that will
Flock on your whole spot
Tow the doors and put locks on dope spots
Run up on me tripping off a show knot
Ask if it's an issue I just show up not
Talk to me, talk to me
Just don't talk awkwardly
I keep this Glock with me
And keep that guap on me
You'd do that too if you
Knew what they offered me
I'm so greedy I want nothing
They got for me hey
The door is closed, the lights
Are out, the eggs are cooling
The butter's getting hard
And the Jell-O's jigglin'!"
That's when they played in the set nigga
CMT baby, Inglewood shit
You see the foreign bread
It's a target on our back
We taking all fades nigga, Sox Gang
The city got me feeling like a ROY
Everybody talking 'bout the boy
The city got me feeling like a ROY
Everybody talking 'bout the boy
My dogs crying tattooed tears
I'm tryna find a nigga I can fear
That money make a bad bitch cheer
Everybody making noise for the
Rookie of the year
Everybody making noise for the rookie of the
Man everybody make noise
Money on my mental
I put that on everything I've been through
Diamonds on my neck got me frozen
I could melt these bitches down
And buy a Benz coupe
I don't be fucking around
With the fuck around
I get to buckin' I'll have you ducking down
I don't be fucking around
With the fuck around
I'd rather make these hundreds double
On you fucking clowns
On a nigga that pull up with killers loaded
Hands on them arms bet I get your ass floated
Used to stand on corners pitching
Like my name was Nolan
Ryan maybe try it maybe
Capricorn but I rap like a lion baby
Niggas looking at me like I was brazy
Tell them this how money and
The violence made me
Better yet nigga this is how
The I done made me
Rap pay good but I still got peace
Ain't too many niggas like me
Icy fresh on my all day
Cool 80K chilling on my white tees ay
Nigga tell the people what you lying for
I could get to them bands under a blindfold
100K I bet rollie switch the weather for me
Especially if you know them niggas hiding oh
See I got niggas that will
Flock on your whole spot
Tow the doors and put locks on dope spots
Run up on me tripping off a show knot
Ask if it's an issue I just show up not
Talk to me, talk to me
Just don't talk awkwardly
I keep this Glock with me
And keep that guap on me
You'd do that too if you
Knew what they offered me
I'm so greedy I want nothing
They got for me hey