Skeme ft. ScHoolboy Q - Kidz With Gunz Lyrics

Look, pledge allegiance
My middle finger up like fuck polices
Duke back better hide your nieces
Cause I’m zoned out
Tripping on purps and lean
When I was 13, I could work the nina
Just a young nigga tryna fuck Selena
I done did dirt just to bring the team up
So now I bring the team just
To fuck the scene up
Niggas know what’s up, I’m in a rover truck
And with a roll of sluts
She tryna pour me up
And when she throw me up
Bet I’ma hold her butt
I bet that’s why niggas wanna clone me, huh
Bet that’s why hoes be all on me, huh
Best that you walk up slowly
Because I got it on me
And niggas don’t know me bruh
I’m stunting on these niggas
Like I’m Dana Dane swerving lane to lane
My niggas banging gangs
You niggas claiming gangs
You niggas claim the game
But never came to hang
So shit just ain’t the same
And now we claim you lames, huh?
See man I came up flames
And try to gain a name
And then I made the name
Bitch I ain’t even wanna change the game
These niggas telling me the rules
Have never played the game
Now I’m looking like what the fuck?
I told you bitch niggas not to fuck with us
Cause if you fuck with us we
Got to fuck you up
Pull out the bucky buck and
Leave you buttoned up

Bunch of kids, with fucking guns
Big fucking guns
Bunch of kids, with fucking guns
Big fucking guns
Bunch of kids, with fucking guns
Big fucking guns bunch of kids, with fucking
Guns, big fucking guns, bang
Big, fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang
Big, fucking guns, big fucking guns, bang

Real motherfucker from the set like whoa
FIGSIDE FIGSIDE
I’m yelling out grove, got your homies off
Shit will prolly make the news
Everybody dead, this ain’t April fools, nigga
Playing with your life, flossing all morning
We ain’t get them tonight
Soon as everything is cool
Green light on sight
Creep so hard, think god did
I’m a fucking loc, you ain’t getting money
You’s a fucking joke
Nigga, what the fuck you mean, TDE bitch
Motherfuck your team
Knock, knock, knock, nigga clear the scene
Everybody gone, only took a minute
I had the nina Glock
And held 9 to pop, I got 9
To drop, around 9 o’clock, uh, nigga
Yeah, like the odds
Steal your granny shit keep the foil hot
I’m looking for the fiends
With the grimy socks
With the dirty nails and the girly tops
Yeah, I’m getting rich tonight
Sell your pussy bitch you're
Getting pimped tonight
Yeah, make a right on Fig, get
Your dick sucked, hundred bucks
Right on trick
Get guns, split wigs, yeah, a kid
This world ain’t give you shit
But pussy till you dead, the signature stack
Cause you might get sick
Cotton candy sweet as gold
Let me see your pussy ho
Throw it back, clap it slow
Show me why they call you ho
Bitch I’m up I know you know
Tell me what you playing for
Bitch I ain’t fiending, what is you feeling
Bitch is you with it, bitch, I am with it

Now bitch just chill
This how it is when the shit get real
Pistol grip and an eggman whip
With a distant bitch on some pimping shit
Bars R us
Now tell them fuck niggas don’t bother us
I rap with the strap, no robbing us
And we ball like ain’t nobody guarding us
Start back nigga, chopper to your head line
Part that nigga
You a bitch boy, where your heart at nigga
Small fish in the water where
The sharks at nigga
Touch this, touch that, I bust first
You can’t bust back
Racks on racks yeah I touch that
I ride henny while you walking
With your butts back
Nigga fuck that, fuck this, no fuck shit
Cause I’m a YG i be, getting money
Swear the dollar sign is my ID
Say my nigga, I know you niggas heard
I don’t play my nigga
Next up, out the CA, my nigga
I can shit on these rappers all day my nigga
Ye, ye, my nigga
Money team flow Ray J my nigga
That’s a joke nigga, laugh
Dirty money show we putting
Hundreds in the back
Diss about mine and we running in your lap
Have 10 for a line
Niggas coming for your ass
Got a groove nigga with me
That’s a whole front of 50
Single wood door F's in the
Room from the biddy
Make a diss about mine and
We running in your lap, have 10 for a line
Niggas coming for your ass
Got a Groove nigga with me
That’s a whole front of 50
Single wood door F's in the
Room from the biddy whoh, bitch