[Chorus: Skeme]
I swear I don't know who worse
These lame niggas or these square bitches
They both be working my nerves
It's so hard to tell who worse
These lying bitches or these broke niggas
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These sucker niggas or these thirsty hoes
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These lame niggas or these square bitches
They both be working my nerves
[Verse 1: Skeme]
Sox Gang nigga, make the world twist
I'm on the throne and my lap where your girl sit
Talk paper when you talking to the Duke
Any other conversation nigga I just ain't concerned with
Flow flame, burn haters in the third degree
Niggas got to be deaf if they ain't heard of me
I've been geeked by the week no sleep, no complaints out of me
Young Skeme well oiled machine
Keep a bitch in the back, a hoe in the front
One blowing me down the other blowing me up
I got a forty tucked, that's a forty to bust
Hardly missing, even if you duck a forty up
I'm from Inglewood, they already know what's up
Off-brand niggas talk sound foreign to us
Get your lady, why the bitch keep blowing me up
And you treat her like a queen but she be hoeing with us
Duke!
I swear I don't know who worse
These lame niggas or these square bitches
They both be working my nerves
It's so hard to tell who worse
These lying bitches or these broke niggas
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These sucker niggas or these thirsty hoes
They both be working my nerves
Man I swear I don't know who worse
These lame niggas or these square bitches
They both be working my nerves
[Verse 1: Skeme]
Sox Gang nigga, make the world twist
I'm on the throne and my lap where your girl sit
Talk paper when you talking to the Duke
Any other conversation nigga I just ain't concerned with
Flow flame, burn haters in the third degree
Niggas got to be deaf if they ain't heard of me
I've been geeked by the week no sleep, no complaints out of me
Young Skeme well oiled machine
Keep a bitch in the back, a hoe in the front
One blowing me down the other blowing me up
I got a forty tucked, that's a forty to bust
Hardly missing, even if you duck a forty up
I'm from Inglewood, they already know what's up
Off-brand niggas talk sound foreign to us
Get your lady, why the bitch keep blowing me up
And you treat her like a queen but she be hoeing with us
Duke!
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