Running Schemes (feat. Blac Youngsta)

(Running schemes)

I know **** wanna wet me

I might fuck her if she sexy

My lil' ****, we be running schemes

Yeah, my lil' ****, we be running schemes

Yeah, my lil' **** running schemes, we don't do the pot

My lil' **** running schemes, bitch, you know we wilin'

My lil' **** running schemes, bitch, this money pilin'

Shit like Girls Gone Wild, I'll leave a **** topless

We don't talk to cops, so don't be runnin' up in my project

Runnin' up with this pack, I'm servin' crack right out the complex

****, they want beef, I'm yellin', "Who else finna die next?"

(Yeah, yeah) Who else finna die next?

I just got the 30 stick, we fin' to go murder shit

I'm on my see murder shit, I see no limit, flexin'

We met with hoes, ended off the porch, I dove in it

We not leavin' no witness, ****, that's a long sickness

In the kitchen like I came here, like I serve, like I'm dentist

I'm not slippin' on my pimpin', ****, if you get to trippin'

We got big smoke (Big smoke), yeah

The whole city fuck that bitch, she a big ho

I'm talkin' big load

I'm finessin' with the best of them (Best of them)

We gon' come back and get the rest of them (Rest of them)

Five-hunnid K up in this AP, just a K (Just a K)

Back in the day, a **** had to hit the raves (Hit the raves)

Just hit fourteen, I put the police on the chase (On the chase)

Through the back door, jump out the porch, and hit the gate

(Go hit the gate)

We running schemes, **** best tie up your lace (Tie up your lace)

We running schemes, **** best tie up your lace

My lil' **** running schemes, we don't do the pot

My lil' **** running schemes, bitch, you know we wilin'

My lil' **** running schemes, bitch, this money pilin'

Shit like Girls Gone Wild, I'll leave a **** topless

We don't talk to cops, so don't be runnin' up in my project

Runnin' up with this pack, I'm servin' crack right out the complex

****, they want beef, I'm yellin', "Who else finna die next?"

(Yeah, yeah) Who else finna die next?

Yeah, I was robbin' shit 'fore the **** gone and gave me a contract

I was smokin' shit, come around me, you gon' get a contact

And that rattin' shit, it's the type of shit that'll get your son whacked

And that hatin' shit?

That's the reason you won't ever get your mom back

Cutthroat city where I'm from

**** still stealin' where I'm from

**** still tryna run a scheme

'Cause they still get it where I'm from

I ain't talkin' 'bout Meek Mill

When I say they poppin' wit' us where I'm from

All these **** wanna do is kill

Malcolm in the Middle where I'm from

I'm sexy chocolate, so it's understood she gon' gimme head

Her friends blockin' 'cause she more happy when we in the bed

I'm still poppin', Ace of Spades, ****, till I'm dead

I'm running schemes, when I saw the laws, I had to fled

I know **** wanna wet me

I might fuck her if she sexy

My lil' ****, we be running schemes

Yeah, my lil' ****, we be running schemes

Yeah, my lil' **** running schemes, we don't do the pot

My lil' **** running schemes, bitch, you know we wilin'

My lil' **** running schemes, bitch, this money pilin'

Shit like Girls Gone Wild, I'll leave a **** topless

We don't talk to cops, so don't be runnin' up in my project

Runnin' up with this pack, I'm servin' crack right out the complex

****, they want beef, I'm yellin', "Who else finna die next?"

(Yeah, yeah) Who else finna die next?

My lil' **** running schemes, straight out the Tahoe

My lil' **** running schemes, secure the ball

They be high, let's start the violence

This shit never gon' stop

You know life is just a gamble, so you know I'm callin' shots

Hit a **** with that one-two, I'm high, steppin' through the plot

Whippin' that work up over the stove

Takin' them inches off the top

You claim you skreet, but no, you not, ain't never been in no shootout

I fucked that bitch, she got flew out, I need a fan 'cause I'm too hot

I need to cool off