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Yeah | I've been flockin' | I've been scheemin'
Yeah I've been flockin' I've been scheemin' I've been plottin' To get all that I want I've been flockin' I've been thievin' Sorry, Mama I need all of my wants If I'ma crash dummy then let me be But I need that gas money, that EBT Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP Niggas ain't never had nothin' till EDD Runnin', runnin' And I've been scheemin', dawg Drop a check, then I fuck up a Chase account The check ain't bounce, chef's kiss We makin' out, I had sleep for dinner But I really got a taste for clout Rob the crib, take the house Iron on me, so the shit could get straightened out The hood never had a place for doubts Look at me wearin' shit that I can't pronounce Remember Shaq's was out Couldn't afford the Jordans They roasted a nigga in a Carmelitos While I was fantasizin' how to get the bank roll Blockin' the crib that had sold Doritos Fuck a sentence, four convictions Runnin' with niggas that's gon' go the distance How does it feel to have no offenses? I'm down to go to jail if I want it, nigga And I want it, nigga I've been flockin' I've been scheemin' I've been plottin' To get all that I want I've been flockin' I've been thievin' Sorry, Mama I need all of my wants If I'ma crash dummy then let me be But I need that gas money, that EBT Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP Niggas ain't never had nothin' till EDD (Lil Brokies) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA (Aye, aye) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that– Aye, aye, outside the house we was poppin' them locks No burgers, just burglars, we in and we out Caught in a jam who gettin' you out Public pretenders just runnin' they mouth Call up a lawyer fill up retainer Got out on that bail and still one in the chamber It's logic, yeah, from streets to the jail You stupid as hell, you don't keep you a banger Red be the bangers you see thru my shoes Butter my bread up I'm thumbin' thru blues Watchin' the Debos, got bricks in my view Niggas get hungry, you lookin' like food That PPP, EDD gone Tell me what happen they runnin' to you We all know the answers No need for debatin' it is what it is Till then nigga I've been flockin' I've been scheemin' I've been plottin' To get all that I want I've been flockin' I've been thievin' Sorry, Mama I need all of my wants If I'ma crash dummy then let me be But I need that gas money, that EBT Yeah, I love that fast money, that PPP Nigga ain't never had nothin' till EDD (Lil Brokies) I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA I ain't scared of shit but my mama belt and that DA
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