Stay Schemin' Lyrics

Sometimes I sit back and think

Do I think too hard? Or do I think enough?

It's the fourth quarter I'm applying pressure

I'm putting up buckets I'm coming in clutch

Oh, you get money? Welcome to the club

50s and 100s I need all the dubs

While y'all fuckin around in the club

I'm making the music they play in the club

I stay schemin'

I fuck up a check in Neiman's

I like it I cop it I cash out put the shit on

And stunt like Knievel

Yeah

On point like a needle

I'm blessed but followed demons

I swear these bitches aint shit but I can't be mad (Why?)

Cause I ain't either (Ha)

Yeah

They told me chill, relax sit back take a breather

But I don't know how to do that

I spit crack hoe I spit ether

I'm tryna turn every single one of my haters into believers

But in order to grow you need dirt thrown on your name

So fuck it I need em

Yeah, I feed off of that shit, it only makes me stronger

I been patient I can't wait longer

I'm raw dogging the fuck out this rap game like

Man, what the hell is a condom?

And the crazy shit about it is I'm just 18

And I barely just started

I'm too busy working on me

So, I get offended when they ask me to party

Well okay fuck it I might pop a bottle or two

You know I gotta do what I gotta do

Addicted to winning hell na I can't lose

Addicted to paper I love counting blues

Somebody once told me don't fall for these hoes

Play your role they just pick and choose

I pass on the bitch Steve Nash

And alley oop lil mama right straight to the crew

Sometimes I sit back and think

Do I think too hard? Or do I think enough?

It's the fourth quarter I'm applying pressure

I'm putting up buckets I'm coming in clutch

Oh, you get money? Welcome to the club

50s and 100s I need all the dubs

While y'all fuckin around in the club

I'm making the music they play in the club

I stay schemin'

I fuck up a check in Neiman's

I like it I cop it I cash out put the shit on

And stunt like Knievel

Yeah

On point like a needle

I'm blessed but followed demons

I swear these bitches aint shit but I can't be mad (Why?)

Cause I ain't either

Ahh

Ay dios mio

Mira

Look at the neck it's frio

Fabe Tom Brady they aint fucking with me in this field

This my year yeah foreal (Yeah)

You might not see me but don't overlook me

And I aint a killer don't push me

Left hand up on the steering wheel, right hand up on your bitch pussy

(Ahh)

She riding with me cause she like how do it

Smart motherfucker the way I maneuver

Buy her some shit and smack her on the ass

She know Ima dog, told her call me Scooby

Aye but Fabe can't be committed, sorry lil bae

I got places to be

I gotta go and get the benjis, stack up to the ceiling

I got blue faces to see

I'm serious about this shit hell na I can't play

I'm only here for the night lil baby

Sorry I cannot stay (No I cannot stay)

Yea I stay out of the drama, out of the mix, and out of the way

They said if this shit don't work out what's your plan B?

Don't fuck up Plan A

Yeah

Sometimes I sit back and think

Do I think too hard? Or do I think enough

It's the fourth quarter I'm applying pressure

I'm putting up buckets I'm coming in clutch

Oh, you get money? Welcome to the club

50s and 100s I need all the dubs

While y'all fuckin around in the club

I'm making the music they play in the club

I stay schemin'

I fuck up a check in Neiman's

I like it I cop it I cash out put the shit on

And stunt like Knievel

Yeah

On point like a needle

I'm blessed but followed demons

I swear these bitches aint shit but I can't be mad (Why?)

Cause I ain't either (Ha)