Lyrics: Kalem Tarrant/Rusty Moos-Moore
Music: Kalem Tarrant/Rusty Moos-Moore
Ayy!
**** you!
Right now!
Twenty
Twenty
Ayy!
B***h!
I don’t give a ****, motha****a wassup
HOO!
Schemaposse get buck
When I’m spittin' better duck
'Cause I’m comin' up so you better buckle up
You know I’m boutta **** it up as I bust out the cut
And I
Leave a p***y in the dust
(Dust)
Murder, murder I must
Heard ya words, no trust
Schema da posse rippin' the ****as' to the guts
Takin' a trip out to the woods up in the motha****in' tour bus
Ugh
All the eyes on me
(On me)
Thinkin' of givin' a bit of a trip to the deep
Triple six feet sleep
Takin' a p***y to his knees
Always see me posted with a black cap long tee, yuh
All these rappers wanna cop my steeze
When they try to rap along a motha****a gettin' brain freeze
Rabies sickness
No you ain’t me
Eighteen deep
On the creep, hear the gate creak
I don't really give a **** what you say
(You say)
When it comes to my pay day
Never vacate, I think I will stay
'Til I burn, 'til I decay
Mother****er want talk about it
I don't really care what you thank
All you p***y ass toys wanna make noise
Better luck next time
I guess schema boys was sent to destroy
All they wanna do is talk that shit
But I pull out the bat
And I swing at that b***h
Never ever call again
Stick 'em like a pin
Busting a brick to your chin
Back up mother****er about to act up
Cracked in the back
When we buck with a track up
And I get some more of that
When I rap
Crept out the cut with a blade and a map