Illuminati Lyrics

(Nobody Stop Me)

(Yeah, Skit Karter)

(Oh, We Scheming, Yeah)

We Scheming, We Plotting

We Posted, We Mobbing

I'm Balling, I'm Popping

Posted with some Goblins

I'm smoking on Exotic

223s inside the cartridge

I might have to take that bitch soul, we the Illuminati

She my Riri, I'm her Rocky

Treat her nice she acting naughty

She want me to touch her body

(She want me to pop a molly)

She want me to beat it up for 12 rounds, Muhammad Ali

She want me to treat her like she Kim, but she more like Kylie

I just wanna ball and talk my shit, they treat me like I'm Kyrie

I know they mad cause they was playing games, blowing me off, like an Atari

I might have my brother rock shit out, but he not a guitarist

Crazy how they switch up on the team, call them James Harden

Feed them off your plate you gone end up in these streets starving

Late night in the trap, tryna get racks, it's like 3:40

Penny pinching, my dog in the trap bagging nicks and quarters

Flyer than the Eagle, plus I'm Chiefin'. You know I'm soaring

I just walked in, seen myself on the T.V. feel like Martin Lawrence

Call me Pat Riley, I been in the game for so long

I got that, by me this for all my dogs need a bone

It be like yeah, It be like woah

We Scheming, We Plotting

We Posted, We Mobbing

I'm Balling, I'm Popping

Posted with some Goblins

I'm smoking on Exotic

223s inside the cartridge

I might have to take that bitch soul, we the Illuminati

She my Riri, I'm her Rocky

Treat her nice she acting naughty

She want me to touch her body

(She want me to pop a molly)

She want me to beat it up for 12 rounds, Muhammad Ali

She want me to treat her like she Kim, but she more like Kylie

(I just wanna ball and talk my shit, they treat me like I'm Kyrie)

(I know they mad cause they was playing games, blowing me off, like an Atari)

(I might have my brother rock shit out, but he not a guitarist)

(Crazy how they switch up on the team, call them James Harden)

(Feed them off your plate you gone end up in these streets starving)

(Late night in the trap, tryna get racks, it's like 3:40)

(Penny pinching, my dog in the trap bagging nicks and quarters)

(Flyer than the Eagle, plus I'm Chiefin'. You know I'm soaring)