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stop schemin' - styles p lyrics

[intro]
ghost
d-block
yeahh!
who the f-ck made up the hot list?
and why the f-ck wasn’t i on it?
y’all n-ggas done woke me up and got me starved
blue collar rap
poor n-gga anthem
don’t f-ck wit’ me
you know me
told ya
oh boy

[verse 1]
stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
i’m from d-block, i ain’t got no body guard
i used a shotty, god
it ain’t new orleans but i throw the mask on like it’s mardi gras
tip of the ratchet hotter than tamales, y’all
i’ll k!ll any rapper, i’m sorry, y’all
i’m on koch and i’m indie, please don’t offend me
drive drunk like lindsey, think about the benjis
hurt me, n-ggas from the hood they revenge me
loved by the greasy, the grimy, the dingy
ridin’ in the hooptie, tank d-mn near empty
me on a mixtape, whole car sh-tfaced
hoodie’d up, ridin’ to the club to get the sh-t straight
lord knows what the hood’ll do for a big face
jewelry, new car, s.p. you’re too hard
the hood’ll rob you if they ask me for new bars

[chorus]
stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
and lookin’ hard, look-lookin’ hard
stop-stop-stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
stop schemin’-stop schemin’ and look-lookin’ hard
(i run the streets)
stop-stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
and lookin’ hard, look-lookin’ hard
stop-stop-stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
stop schemin’-stop schemin’ and look-lookin’ hard

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m still on that lox sh-t
still think i can’t see ’cause the way my hoodie sittin’ on the top lip?
know that i came with the c-cked fifth, we dolo
c-cky, obnoxious, waitin’ to pop clips
if it don’t come to the guns, got the gym star from under the tongue to under his chin
now that’s the type of jungle we in
ask the apes and the lions, i keep my hand taped to the iron
the transporter taped to the client
leave n-gga’s thinner than a grapefruit diet
you could pray to jesus cryin’
i’m wilder than babe ruth riotin’ and seis coupe flyin’

[chorus]
stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
and lookin’ hard, look-lookin’ hard
stop-stop-stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
stop schemin’-stop schemin’ and look-lookin’ hard
(i own the ghetto)
stop-stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
and lookin’ hard, look-lookin’ hard
stop-stop-stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
stop schemin’-stop schemin’ and look-lookin’ hard

[verse 3]
the hood got shootings, stabbings, kidnaps, grabbings
bricks in the cabinets, the hallway’s a hazard
you could get shot by a real young b-st-rd
can’t see the game but they money’s like gl-sses
now you see the whole world, got a lil’ old girl
get off the p’s and q’s the minute that your toes curl
fiends is fienin’, you cookin’ hard, gettin’ paper
but n-ggas is schemin’ and lookin’ hard
word

[chorus]
stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
and lookin’ hard, look-lookin’ hard
stop-stop-stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
stop schemin’-stop schemin’ and look-lookin’ hard
(i own the hood)
stop-stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
and lookin’ hard, look-lookin’ hard
stop-stop-stop schemin’ and lookin’ hard
stop schemin’-stop schemin’ and look-lookin’ hard
(i’m a mother f-ckin’ problem)

- styles p lyrics

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