Bullets Lyrics - Singles - Skeme

See I don't fuck with sucka nigga's 

Cause that shit get on my nerves 

Fuck your trap, I'm paid off rap 

Might make a million off of words 

Hoppin' straight from off the curb 

Filling clips and choppin' birds 

And I'm still with all the shit, we give a fuck what nigga's heard 

Ask around about the dude, they say they know I'm the shit 

Keep a four ounce in my soda, keep your ho on my dick 

I just might say fuck this rappin, might go hit me a lick 

And if my money gettin' low, we might give yo dough a kick 

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Cause I got partners who pimpin', I got homies who flockin' 

I got killers who knockin' on shit, if we got a problem 

So you best pick your battles, nigga snakes with no rattles 

Tell a bitch I want that tail, as long as mommy no tattle 

See, she might be with you, but that bitch likes me 

I'm the people's champ ho, I'm on that rocking my beat 

First comes the money, then comes the pussy 

Then come them haters, but here come them bullets 

See I don't fuck with police's, on my nephews and neices 

Drug dealer designer, like all my shit with no creases 

I know nigga's be hatin', bout' the money I'm making 

Success stressing me out, won't understand til you make it 

Fuck her once, no date 

She get nothing but the basics 

I got thots, all races, I swear to god we not racist 

All I need is the fortune, bitch I been street famous 

Everybody love me, I feel like I'm Raymond 

Everybody know the dude, gotta be a square if you don't 

I hear nigga's wanna knock me off, but nigga we know that you won't 

I told that bitch to call my Crooked, but she keeps sayin' Daddy 

Give that ass a high-five, and tell her throw it back at me 

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These nigga's pussy, I can sniff it 

I can snort it, this beat retarted 

Hey, who that nigga be? Question rhetoric 

My whip a foreign, You roll imported 

I'm hearing voices in my head, let's just record it 

Hey I got money, how I got it? ain't important 

This shit is nothing, these nigga's frontin' 

I'm making hits around this bitch, you nigga's buntin' (I'm out the park) 

It's one take and this thing ain't punchin' 

Got Boi-1da on the beat, this shit a lunchin' 

One take in this bitch and I ain't punchin' 

My stacks tall, you nigga's pockets on munchkin