Stay Schemin Off the top Freestyle by SRS Lyrics
[Intro: SRS]
RIP to all the niggas world wide
Salute
SRS in this bitch
Doe
I ride for my niggas
[Verse 1: SRS]
SRS ride for her niggas
S in your chest, bitch I die with these niggas yeah yeah
DRayz and Cillo
I tell 'em what it do baby
And come, ay, how are you?
Holla at me
I still sound good even when I stop
I still make it clap clap baby, dont stop
Pump it up
French montana pop up
Baby, DRayz taught me about this, pop it up
Tell em what it do
Tell em how are you
SRS baby I dont stop
Click next, S on your chest
Superwoman feel baby
I give you the greatest beats
[Verse 2: DRayz]
Stay Schemin'
All these bitches schemin around
With they fake raps and fake ass
With them high heels makin' their shit look nice
When really its fake as fuck
All them bitches pull that shit off, take that push up bra off
You know thats fuckin' bullshit
Get that shit off, I wanna see it for real
You know I only like that real
Only fuck with the real
Never done a fake bitch, I head 'em to the door
Put them on the floor
Put some liquor on that bitch's tits, then I fuck her for sure
Ay, these bitches be schemin'
They takin' these niggas cash while I'm smackin' they ass
Ay, that's what's up
DRayz he went off on this track
Talkin' third person because I'm the fuckin' man
Yeah that's whats up, your bitch she mirrin' my tan
[Verse 3: SRS]
Alright
My name's Shireen
My age nineteen
So count every day from Decemeber 6th, 19'
'93 yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Alright
Every time I talk about it they're like "what you talkin 'bout?"
They don't know bout that double life profoundly, yeah thats what's up
Yeah, they don't know what you know
You gotta live it, and tell em you gotta grow
You gotta live through, profoundly
Develop it, master it, and just snake it with these
Hoes, and tell 'em what they think is right
But you're just like, ju- you know, off sight
With DRayz, by my side
I tell em everything, snake it up what's up
I don't care at this point, its just whatever
So, press never
[Verse 4: DRayz]
Ay
Starbuck's chillin'
Chillin' in the lot
All these bucks in my business I got a lot, ay
(Ahaha right ok
Bitch you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym)
Ay, bitch suck on that dick
(No that's not the hook
That's such a French Montana hook, holy. Doe
Ok, this is a hook)
You're still recording right?
(Yup
Ok the hook is this)
[Hook]
You're still recording
You're still recording bitch
Watch you own it?
(Inaudible)
[Outro]
That's what's up
I call her my fuck buddy
Cause she fuck me when she scared
She come to my house and I show her the crib
Take her to the lair
Yeah that's where it is
All the business up in my shit
Wait...
Ok
Oh its gonna end
Yeah cut
RIP to all the niggas world wide
Salute
SRS in this bitch
Doe
I ride for my niggas
[Verse 1: SRS]
SRS ride for her niggas
S in your chest, bitch I die with these niggas yeah yeah
DRayz and Cillo
I tell 'em what it do baby
And come, ay, how are you?
Holla at me
I still sound good even when I stop
I still make it clap clap baby, dont stop
Pump it up
French montana pop up
Baby, DRayz taught me about this, pop it up
Tell em what it do
Tell em how are you
SRS baby I dont stop
Click next, S on your chest
Superwoman feel baby
I give you the greatest beats
[Verse 2: DRayz]
Stay Schemin'
All these bitches schemin around
With they fake raps and fake ass
With them high heels makin' their shit look nice
When really its fake as fuck
All them bitches pull that shit off, take that push up bra off
You know thats fuckin' bullshit
Get that shit off, I wanna see it for real
You know I only like that real
Only fuck with the real
Never done a fake bitch, I head 'em to the door
Put them on the floor
Put some liquor on that bitch's tits, then I fuck her for sure
Ay, these bitches be schemin'
They takin' these niggas cash while I'm smackin' they ass
Ay, that's what's up
DRayz he went off on this track
Talkin' third person because I'm the fuckin' man
Yeah that's whats up, your bitch she mirrin' my tan
[Verse 3: SRS]
Alright
My name's Shireen
My age nineteen
So count every day from Decemeber 6th, 19'
'93 yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Alright
Every time I talk about it they're like "what you talkin 'bout?"
They don't know bout that double life profoundly, yeah thats what's up
Yeah, they don't know what you know
You gotta live it, and tell em you gotta grow
You gotta live through, profoundly
Develop it, master it, and just snake it with these
Hoes, and tell 'em what they think is right
But you're just like, ju- you know, off sight
With DRayz, by my side
I tell em everything, snake it up what's up
I don't care at this point, its just whatever
So, press never
[Verse 4: DRayz]
Ay
Starbuck's chillin'
Chillin' in the lot
All these bucks in my business I got a lot, ay
(Ahaha right ok
Bitch you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym)
Ay, bitch suck on that dick
(No that's not the hook
That's such a French Montana hook, holy. Doe
Ok, this is a hook)
You're still recording right?
(Yup
Ok the hook is this)
[Hook]
You're still recording
You're still recording bitch
Watch you own it?
(Inaudible)
[Outro]
That's what's up
I call her my fuck buddy
Cause she fuck me when she scared
She come to my house and I show her the crib
Take her to the lair
Yeah that's where it is
All the business up in my shit
Wait...
Ok
Oh its gonna end
Yeah cut