Posse Song Pt. 4 SCHEMAPOSSE (Ft. Ayoza, Buddah Jones, Kold-Blooded, Mr. Sisco, Rebelyus, SXMPRA & TEDDY SLUGZ)

The star is born but without rally Cooper get away I maneuver
Kill him with zero viewers put me in the bins I'ma fall out into a frieze
The way he going off he must be one of them Threeses kids
Like fun side bro no ass on one side Leave a nigga one eye quickly then I run by
He must be a fun guy all I see is one time We release with gunfire lyrical homicide
Nigga who you think you foolin Never care you whoop mе you gon' have to
Shoot me They gon' brеak your jaw bitch
I got plenty of screws loose I ain't take my medicine
I might kill your whole crew If this ain't no fuckin' gang
Really like to fight niggas Cause y'all scared to fight niggas
I might take your bike nigga Shoot me I shoot back hoe
Kick a nigga back doe Put it in your fat hoe
Show me to your status hoe
Watch me rip you with some anime video game geek shit
Japanese demons I be seeing up in my sleeve shit
Still keep a G shit T-H-U-G mentality
Gotta be reputable
Rapping the posse to the eclipse Even after that I'll be standing here with
A C split Brothers try to copy but we really down with
Threeses See y'all ain't hearing the rappers tryna
Step shit up You got too comfy so I'm here to fuck this
Bitch
Bitch I'm coming through to beat a hoe and crack a jaw
Evil shit up in my heart Fuck the love I lost it all
This is go you gotta change we're fucking up in the ball
Killing all of my enemies watching all they bodies fall
On this wicked path I walk alone until I find my happiness
But right now I'm getting satisfaction from killing faggot clit
I'm getting satisfaction from killing faggot clit
I'm manic with a cannon I'm wretched I barely damage shit
I'm stepping quick so watch the wrenches speaking when you slander shit
Fuck that I ain't letting shit slide
Murder, death, and homicide And you niggas know the vibe
You niggas is bitch made And I keep a Swiss blade
Ready to cut your ass up Every fucking wits way
Give a nigga reason to wet to the mold Niggas the better the most shit
You talk the mold blood will splatter you don't want no smoke
We down for whatever Straight disrespectful fuck up competitor
This is my bad nigga you don't even know what I'm talking about
On the other side of the Started to keep me myself
Of there shit that came to my mind They were bigger than my frown
Watch these simple minded motherfuckers trip over sticks
They're crucify, I lose deep I'm scheming deep in the bed
The flames rates in my face Cause I'm growing out the cliche
Stop the music, effortless And others everywhere
God down, stop the muskets Go out there, repos
Escape, let's take hands from against
We ain't the papa One our artwork is rigged
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Yeah, man, ain't no time for this JGRXXN and his bitch, man
Yo
Aw, shit
Mind Wap
My niggas done cut the beat off on me, dawg
What kind of shit is that, y'all?
Shit
Yeah, y'all know what time it is
It's Schema Posse and it's biatch
Oh, yeah, cut the check, ho