Stop Schemin’ Styles P

[Intro]
Ghost
D-Block
Yeahh!
Who the fuck made up the hot list?
And why the fuck wasn't I on it?
Y'all niggas done woke me up and got me starved
Blue collar rap
Poor nigga anthem
Don't fuck wit' me
You know me
Told ya
Oh boy

[Verse 1]
Stop schemin' and lookin' hard
I'm from D-Block, I ain't got no body guard
I used a shotty, God
It ain't New Orleans but I throw the mask on like it's Mardi Gras
Tip of the ratchet hotter than tamales, y'all
I'll kill any rapper, I'm sorry, y'all
I'm on Koch and I'm indie, please don't offend me
Drive drunk like Lindsey, think about the Benjis
Hurt me, niggas from the hood they revenge me
Loved by the greasy, the grimy, the dingy
Ridin' in the hooptie, tank damn near empty
Me on a mixtape, whole car shitfaced
Hoodie'd up, ridin' to the club to get the shit straight
Lord knows what the hood'll do for a big face
Jewelry, new car, S.P. you're too hard
The hood'll rob you if they ask me for new bars