Lil Sko Playeristic Music Lyrics

We got that southernfried funkalistic music bro
Clear enough for your ears to hear Psycho and Lil Sko.
About to give you what you been wait for,
and when we're through Memphisizing you'll be begging us for more. (x2)

(Psycho)
Luminex smoke making that cheese.
Gotta pay a real bitch nigga to do what I please.
I gotta have that revenue,
kicking up shit with the showin' up crew.
Stack yo cheese, watch yo back,
you might fall flat when I pop that gat.
That's the way I gots to live,
I want a new Benz and a brand new crib,
Chief and hate, everyday.
Showin' up, better run 'cause niggas don't play.
Have a nigga g, with the cheese at dope spot,
Hittin' on nigga if he had coke (?).
I gotta have that cheese on time,
making my money with the crime on rhyme.
If a nigga thinking he can f*ck with the click,
bitch bring it on don't waste no time.
Bustas ass niggas that think that they want to run up when I got that yalk in my hand,
don't f*ck with the clan
'cause I got the plan
to pull out my nine and rob the man.
If it don't make dolla's it don't make sense,
quit wasting my time and money that's spent.
I rather robbin' they niggas for cheese and pull out my nine and do with ease.
Rack up some doe,
with nothing to smoke,
and make me some money so I can't be broke.
Now I got ends,
this chick for my friends,
I'm blowing my zay, everyday.
Bussin' it with my nigga Lil Sko,
beg for some money then hit the door.

We got that southernfried funkalistic music bro Clear enough for your hits to hear Psycho and Lil Sko
About to give you what you been wait for,
and when we're through Memphisizing you'll be begging us for more.

(Sko)
I wanna make my cheese quick fast,
even if I have to make a dash for the cash.
Day after day, play after play.
Somehow, someway wanna make the shit last.
Showin' up niggas achieved and believed.
Making that motherf*cking money, mean green.
The American Dream is as close as it seem,
like a junky on crack,
for money I fiend.
Even if I have to sweat the blade to get paid,
stage rappers stay gauged,
interest in my grave.
See nothing can save me,
(?) for catching me crazy,
just drop off the loo
you catch the boose
Showin' up niggas that steal to make meals,
that's why we do what we do,
shoot what we shoot,
with a licence to kill.
So what, I'd rather get messed up,
I'm cashed up, getting f*cked up,
I'm Loc'd out, getting smoked out.
Counting up cheese from all bitches that a nigga dogged out.
See I'm all about keeping my shit tic tac,
investing my cheese then making it back.
All that shit that I execute,
my minds all up to having something new.
And just to go to show that Sko is serious about his babe,
she feelin' hate,
feelin' okay, and still sticking to what I say, see.
Money make the motherf*ckin' hood go round,
whereever (?) and my stomach growlin',
you gotta respect this showin' up click,
shit got thick and we still count profits.