Yung Schemer - Dead Flunkies Lyrics

This nigga Kj done did it again
Nigga said I fell off look what happened now
Told brodie put down the soft down and he rappin now
Bro told to the D.A. about a half a pound
New re-up in my bag rey break it down
Yeah it started with scripts and then I made it to some bands
Nigga fucking with the crips when I was running through them xans
Tryna get up out the bricks when they was knocking off yall mans
We was copping out new blicks no semi auto we advance
I'm a rapper I don't know nothing don't ask me who got shot
Tryna ask me where was if was there and I was not
If you looking for me I be somewhere trappin out a lot
Feel like savage when they ask me what I made nigga a lot
Makin bands is a habit
Tryna beef on wax and diss on jax then you can have it
Niggas know I'm blowing thrax I got them packs I'm bout to grab it
If you need it hit my cell these niggas hating rey stab it
And this a Kj beat
Swore Luh Quannie told yaw niggas get some Kj heat
Fuck a opp ets why I'm smoking on that aj sweet
Any pussy niggas hating you can suck my meat
Nah I'm playing thats some gay shit
How you on the net without a pole like you gone spray shit
And I'm just running up a band
Don't you ever in yo life hit my phone for a xan
And now I'm trappin off a mac
If you aint fucking wit that bag you better flip it make it back
Like I aint make you buy the pack
You dont like it then dont shop or you can make yo money back
I got the heart of a trapper
Got the mind of a solider and the voice of a rapper
But I cant never be a capper
Heard lil brodie touched a mil he aint no ordinary rapper
Bitch!

This nigga Kj done did it again
Nigga said I fell off look what happened now
Told brodie put down the soft down and he rappin now
Bro told to the D.A. about a half a pound
New re-up in my bag rey break it down
Yeah it started with scripts and then I made it to some bands
Nigga fucking with the crips when I was running through them xans
Tryna get up out the bricks when they was knocking off yall mans
We was copping out new blicks no semi auto we advance
I'm a rapper I don't know nothing don't ask me who got shot
Tryna ask me where was if was there and I was not
If you looking for me I be somewhere trappin out a lot
Feel like savage when they ask me what I made nigga a lot
Makin bands is a habit
Tryna beef on wax and diss on jax then you can have it
Niggas know I'm blowing thrax I got them packs I'm bout to grab it
If you need it hit my cell these niggas hating rey stab it
And this a Kj beat
Swore Luh Quannie told yaw niggas get some Kj heat
Fuck a opp ets why I'm smoking on that aj sweet
Any pussy niggas hating you can suck my meat
Nah I'm playing thats some gay shit
How you on the net without a pole like you gone spray shit
And I'm just running up a band
Don't you ever in yo life hit my phone for a xan
And now I'm trappin off a mac
If you aint fucking wit that bag you better flip it make it back
Like I aint make you buy the pack
You dont like it then dont shop or you can make yo money back
I got the heart of a trapper
Got the mind of a solider and the voice of a rapper
But I cant never be a capper
Heard lil brodie touched a mil he aint no ordinary rapper
Bitch!