Skeme - Believe Me lyrics

rate me

If a nigga dancing at me not they ain’t around

God like it, can’t see me but you afraid you nigga

First class, fly miles send me near to you nigga

Pay so on it, I migh just tatto tits to a nigga

And no they ain’t paying that’s a fact bitch

Drop that dumn, put you on the map bitch

And what I’m at it this just the news flash, punck ass, fine staps

Let to trap bitch

You aint made it that all for rapper shit, since your rap ain’t slow

You just tell her she rap

Already shut that’s the care of damn bust back

We ain’t never hit a pocket, hit struggle with strap

You just a part of hit bitchm, power all and dope

For me to put you in ain’t non eof my church

Fuck nigga, truth about you is you suck nigga

Stop in club every week, you just sit in dark nigga

You better rool fast self for the one of

Now watch it what you say I chock mouth bout a nigga

I’mm a had you team all and likc it all for a nigga

Blood money shit, game about that house from a nigga

I’m that type that turn nothing into something

I don’t say much, falling busting, end up all discution

I still touch this forth few whores, stop fucking

So risel bottles and bithes, you nigga alwase fine

Keep it trilling my whores looks look chilling left all in T box

Flow sick let the flow kick nigga chief rock

Chips I’ll be on my team, work that T round

Moving aford nigga you should open up and get the keys on

Look this lil nigga must be in insane

That ot green as his neck under his fake ass

Now you thinking that you BAG, what’s SAB

Two pack restle acting with a fully over acting

Watch where you stopping over stashi on the roadu

And you just wana get you name up and I think it’s patetic

You finelly let you drops digs me on the record

But I know you want it this

I’m just g;ad you finelly said it

Smart money said you hit it and regret it

Fuck a credid bitch I just flash the hood debby

Mad cuz I make a joke while you was I jail

And you couldn’t feed you shile and I still think is patetic

Nigga long money nigga, nigga’s never take no breakes

So even if you locked up your kids wills till be straight

You onyl have it inthe streets if we talking your way

I get you murder and pull up yourself

Homies said you need a help and you came at me

And no one had to prove, I wander how could it be

They night is fuck, fuck nigga you got a problem with me

Fuck a pay zone nigga, talk dollars with me

I’m saying house stupid, could you nigga posible be

But they can trash mix tape and make it harder then me

Somebody tell that boy, they ain’t say none about me

Cuz if I’m hot the shutters pop and you are knock

Ten miles to the twenty niggas maving with me

And shut out bout the niggas, they ain’t even maving with me

Niggasl love drama if you want froaging with me

And I ain’t drop a shit untill I first drop a beat

You pussy, nigga’s go up in their shit

I fucking record in the motherfucker basement

Man you niggas look like trash

No motherfucker spots nigga

Top nine, niggas writting shit there’s on the charge

You niggas are at home

That’s the difference between you and he

Nigas right, nigga

Nigga running before this rap shit was pop it a hundred

But now our days nigga get rich right

So what that shit you talkin about they really mean nothing

And fuck a sollace circles of patotos, get the job done

Tags bag be different halo when you have on e

Can’t be talking to a saker cuz banz be on five time together

And it’s obvious from now on

I heard got boon on stage and win G shit

That’s nother good occasion and you never be shit

Then you said let’s fuck what you at for doing shit

Then you have mustace and all you take

That’s a wive shit, see

That’s playing both side of a fense nigga

Use a pussy with stansh nigga

And if this beat is a rap I ain’t a take a shit back

Every world I said about she go like mad nigga

And either get the homie right now

With a french kiss, boy you know the gran has the granch nigga

Nigga stop but that days fly wick and

You ain’t even need the suit up on the desh nigga

Your homies gone is why you did the verse

I ain’t tage G nigga know we hit you first

And a question, start a man in my session

And if my niggas catch you then it’s two of bitches that you rapping qick

Nigga, nigga, nigga thi lane I’m balling ain’t my nigga

Fat ass, I never did nothing

It’s all when I see that nigga walking on home way,

I figure out they let anybody in this motherfucker

God damn, this brother balls, cigaretts and shit

But I don’t got no could nigga man

Damn, niggas blow money for you dizzy

Next day we ain’t homies no more

Fuck that nigga

And if you see me in the streets you should run out