[Intro: DJ Drama]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yakki
Skeme
Watch for the wordplay!
[Chorus: Skeme & PopLord]
Put it to 'em from the two-three
I don't talk much, let the tool speak
All my pockets full of looseleaf
Me and Yak kicking game, Bruce Lee
Skeme, tell 'em what the scheme is
Mix the molly, syrup with the pain pills
Real VV's, nothing fake, yeah
Nigga whippin' babies like a daycare
No cap, we some trill niggas
Give a fuck how you feel, nigga
Livin' major, gotta get the paper
If you get to hatin', I'ma deal with ya
Seller send ten like a house nigga
But my car black like a field nigga
Catch a play like a outfielder
Whole team full of real niggas (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Skeme & PopLord]
I tell a bad bitch I'm on her, I want her
Point at her like Uncle Sam
Flyer than Stunnaman, styrofoam muddy
That made me talk slower than Brotherman
Diamonds on Africa, Africa, we call it motherland
No T-I-P, I'm the Troubleman
Too many bricks for the Acura, we need another van
VVS1 look like water land
We done rolled up with that cake
These niggas some fakes and I'll say that right in they face
Grass got love for these snakes
Pull up with them K's and put a fuck nigga in place
(Do-do-do-do-do) Killed 'em, SIG
I got the block like [?]
Got a lot of awards they ain't give me yet
Nigga, play your shit, they get to wavin' it out like smoke from a cigarette
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yakki
Skeme
Watch for the wordplay!
[Chorus: Skeme & PopLord]
Put it to 'em from the two-three
I don't talk much, let the tool speak
All my pockets full of looseleaf
Me and Yak kicking game, Bruce Lee
Skeme, tell 'em what the scheme is
Mix the molly, syrup with the pain pills
Real VV's, nothing fake, yeah
Nigga whippin' babies like a daycare
No cap, we some trill niggas
Give a fuck how you feel, nigga
Livin' major, gotta get the paper
If you get to hatin', I'ma deal with ya
Seller send ten like a house nigga
But my car black like a field nigga
Catch a play like a outfielder
Whole team full of real niggas (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Skeme & PopLord]
I tell a bad bitch I'm on her, I want her
Point at her like Uncle Sam
Flyer than Stunnaman, styrofoam muddy
That made me talk slower than Brotherman
Diamonds on Africa, Africa, we call it motherland
No T-I-P, I'm the Troubleman
Too many bricks for the Acura, we need another van
VVS1 look like water land
We done rolled up with that cake
These niggas some fakes and I'll say that right in they face
Grass got love for these snakes
Pull up with them K's and put a fuck nigga in place
(Do-do-do-do-do) Killed 'em, SIG
I got the block like [?]
Got a lot of awards they ain't give me yet
Nigga, play your shit, they get to wavin' it out like smoke from a cigarette
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