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Schemin Up
OB OBrien feat. Drake & Preme
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Reps up, OVO, you all ready?
All my niggas so hungry, man, they just eat what they kill
I like convertible Bentleys and houses deep in the hills
I might tell the whole crew "Come through"
My squad gotta roll through, come through
Tell the young high school kids keep dreamin'
Because they sure do come true
Then I say, "This that fuck 'em up, this that fuckin' player shit
This that shake a bottle up
Then bust the top and spray the shit"
Niggas gettin' dugout like where all the fuckin' players sit
And like you just got traded, girl
You don't know who you playin' with, aw yeah, aw yeah
My sound is what up right now
I've been down, but I'm up right now
Bitches been backstrokin' and breaststrokin'
Through that lane that you left open
Man, I don't give a fuck right now
Let a nigga swam in the bitch on the low
'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla at me
Yeah, I got two tings comin' through
And they do whatever I want 'em to
Yeah, we call that schemin' up (Yup)
We call that schemin' up (We do)
We call that schemin' up for real (For real)
I used to drive the Acura to school (Whip, whip)
Now I don't touch the wheel unless it's new
Yeah, we call that schemin' up (Yup)
We call that schemin' up (Yup)
We call that schemin' up for real
Passin' up on pretty women every day (He do that shit)
I like gettin' money, I love gettin' paid (You knew that, bitch)
Bitches tell me that I look like 40 every day (Fasho)
That's okay, I go and piss in forty minutes straight (Yeah)
Ayy, showin' up to 40 forty minutes late (Alright, alright)
Just sent forty to the H, put forty in the safe (Alright, alright)
Ayy, I got forty on my neck and wrist (What?)
OVO Sound, boy got 40 on the mix (Sound, mix)
Mix, all I do is mix (Mix)
All my tings are mixed (Mix)
And I make 'em mix (Mix)
That means I make 'em kiss
I make 'em pop, I make 'em strip (Alright, alright)
Top season, I just sprinkle with my fingertips
No Money Manziel, the game is at a standstill
How am I the man still? How am I the man still?
I, I might, I might call up Pan still
Tell him bring the can still (Brr, brr, brr) still
Tell 'em bring the ride or get my roll on (Roll on)
Big Tymer ting, go get your roll on (Roll on)
Tell them basic bitches they can hold on (Hold on)
I'm at the Hazy in the lobby with my robe on (Alright, alright)
Bring you the habibi, get your smoke on (Smoke on)
I've been goin' Hamilton for so long (Yeah)
Yeah, this ain't a joke, ting (Nah)
I want the whole thing (Yeah)
I want my new ting (New ting)
To meet my old ting (Old ting)
Let them get well acquainted (Okay)
Let them get hella faded (Wow)
I'm halfway through the race
And I'm already celebratin' (Winning)
I'm on that white shit (Go get it)
I'm back on my shit (Why?)
I ran the game so long
I should be wearin' Dri-Fit (Wow)
Aw yeah, I'm poppin' again (Yup)
And it kills me to yell out "Free Baka" again (Free Baka)
But free Baka again (Free Baka)
And free Greezy one time (Okay)
Shout out Sammy and Peezy one time
You know what it is (Wow)
She's like, "Top season, is that a bad thing?" (Um)
I'm like, "I don't know, are you a bad ting?"
Yeah, I got two tings comin' through
And they do whatever I want 'em to
Yeah, we call that schemin' up (Yup)
We call that schemin' up (We do)
We call that schemin' up for real (For real)
I used to drive the Acura to school (Whip, whip)
Now I don't touch the wheel unless it's new
Yeah, we call that schemin' up (Yup)
We call that schemin' up (Yup)
We call that schemin' up for real
Reps up, tell anybody, OVO, we ain't just anybody
Flight risk on my right wrist
I've been cookin' up to feed everybody
I get a check in one night about it
We'll fuck a bitch and then write about it
Made a half a mil', then went and bought a chopper
'Cause nowadays you can't camp without it, bow
He the star in the 6, we the gods
Found the guns, I'll beat the charge
I left the court screamin', "Fuck the law"
You see the gnaw, I'm a star
Like bad steak, I'm way too raw
Run these streets, I hate the beef
'Cause I take that shit way too far, yuh
OVO the clique, I told Drake when we were kids
I'll ride with the fuckin' Feds
Until the day we run the 6
Tell the niggas to play, somebody tell Flex
Drop a bomb 'cause we made it
Hop on a jet and fly over the haters
Just so you know, I was high when I made this
Run up
I got two tings comin' through
And they do whatever I want 'em to
Yeah, we call that schemin' up (Yup)
We call that schemin' up (We do)
We call that schemin' up for real (For real)
I used to drive the Acura to school (Whip, whip)
Now I don't touch the wheel unless it's new
Yeah, we call that schemin' up (Yup)
We call that schemin' up (Yup)
We call that schemin' up for real
You know, you know, you know
You know, you know, you know (Ayy)
You know, you know, you know
We call that schemin' up for real
You know, you know, you know (Right)
You know, you know, you know (Ayy)
You know, you know, you know (Ayy)
We call that schemin' up for real
We dream it up
Top season, we that new regime
We schemin' up
OVO Sound, dream it up
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