5.56 (feat. Skiddy)

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Yung Schemer

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Niggas talking shit but know they used you're be yo fans
Then they say they never doubted when you start running up bands
Know i keep my circle tight so niggas never got the chance
I ain't giving out no front i need my money in advance
I done let too many niggas get to owing me money
And thats on me i should have never let them get nothing from me
These goofy niggas on the gram be flexing hundreds and twenties
But they aint got it thats big homies broke em off a lil hunny
These niggas lame and they be broke i seen yaw posting sharing clothes
Im with sniper thats my brother we ain't even shared no hoes
Niggas bitches and they know it got him took up out his pole
Niggas acting but they lacking he got set up by a hoe
I be thinking with my stomach and my head but not my dick
I dont like leaving the house without my motherfucking stick
Swear my opps got like eight medals how they running hella quick
Five five six gone shoot regardless lil nuk cant control the kick
Five five six gone shoot regardless, pop a nigga like a zit
We don't care about that plastic on your neck and on your wrist
Cause you'll get robbed, we gone run up on him take all his possessions
I'm addicted to the percs, another one of my obsessions
Only paying with my cash, feds trying to track the card
We can catch you on that avenue, that street, or boulevard
Fifty k up on my page, yeah i'm going off the chart
When i'm dissing i don't hold back, yeah i'm down to take it far
Cause i get disrespectful, i could let it off at any second
Five five six wet up the block, I ain't even need a beverage
Five five six got four point oh, if i was you i wouldn't test it
We gone spin the block again until we running out of weapons
Y'all don't really want that smoke, all you finna hear is bang bang
All this gas making me choke, so i guess a nigga can't hang
Bitches all up on my phone, i don't wanna hear that rang rang
Nigga better watch your tone, homie dead you'll be the same thing
I be smoking all them elements, them drugs up on the table
Niggas making up they stories, they be telling hella fables
Sky comes falling down, i ain't talking bout miguel
Y'all be snitching, lock a nigga up, aj terrell
I be fucking bitches then kick em out like martial arts or judo
Got hella glocks and hella bands my pockets fatter than sumo
I don't give a f*ck if he in college, or high school, or juco
But i'm really down for whatever nigga what the f*ck you really wanna do though

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