New sativa gas is rotten
You can smell the pack it's all up in my cotton
Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping
So much money why a nigga always plotting
Versace runners got a nigga feeling too elite
Ya girl she say she love my flow and plus my voice deep
How you a rapper yet my song is always on repeat
She even post my music you can't even get a tweet
I'm always flexing cuz a nigga like to talk shit
My clothes expensive dropped some Ks for the outfit
That MSR is how I duplicate the card strip
Good with plastic never catch me tryna move a brick
Oh shit
It's Keemz the great
Don't take hoes on no dates
Is you f*ckin or Na?
I got one on the way
I might roll me a spliff
My blunts wrapped like a gift
She gone give me some top
Use two hands with the twist
My bills always come big
I got 100s and 50s
She see cash come quickly
She throwing that kitty
I got hoes like Christmas
They wana be Mrs
I dip with the quickeness
She sour like citrus
I just swiped a new card
And I copped me a goose
She see my pockets fat
So she tryna get loose
She see me with some treats
But bitch I am no trick
Sent her boyfriend a link
He got scammed with a click
New sativa gas is rotten
You can smell the pack it's all up in my cotton
Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping
So much money why a nigga always plotting
It's Keemz
I just be chasing money it's a race
Don't got no time for these hoes in my face
Pockets be booming like I got the bass
I'm breaking down beats like I just dropped a vase
Coast to coast flight yea I always be boarding
Just hit Atlanta I get to recording
I just be ballin out I'm Micheal Jordan
Cooking up heat cheffin think I'm Gordon
Dripping this water I feel like a pipe
Love me some ass and come with the stripes
Never thought I would come up off the swipe
Got people asking to teach em the life
Selfish I keep all the secrets for me
Double S W on the hoody and Tee
Remember I use to steal out Jubilee
Now I get money from internet schemes
Switch the flow its too easy
I grew up on weezy
My plug said he ain't know the strain
I looked it up on Leafly
Niggas move suspicious
These bitches want my riches
Allergic to that fake shit
I think I got a sickness
Scamming just to get drip
These niggas might get jipped
I came up on some 100s
And all these bands that I just can't grip
All about my damn funds
Never could I be a bum
Because it's always bread to make
And niggas out here chasing crumbs
New sativa gas is rotten
You can smell the pack it's all up in my cotton
Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping
So much money why a nigga always plotting
Keemz Jamyle - Plotting Lyrics
Keemz Jamyle - Plotting Lyrics
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New sativa gas is rotten
You can smell the pack it's all up in my cotton
Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping
So much money why a nigga always plotting
Versace runners got a nigga feeling too elite
Ya girl she say she love my flow and plus my voice deep
How you a rapper yet my song is always on repeat
She even post my music you can't even get a tweet
I'm always flexing cuz a nigga like to talk shit
My clothes expensive dropped some Ks for the outfit
That MSR is how I duplicate the card strip
Good with plastic never catch me tryna move a brick
Oh shit
It's Keemz the great
Don't take hoes on no dates
Is you f*ckin or Na?
I got one on the way
I might roll me a spliff
My blunts wrapped like a gift
She gone give me some top
Use two hands with the twist
My bills always come big
I got 100s and 50s
She see cash come quickly
She throwing that kitty
I got hoes like Christmas
They wana be Mrs
I dip with the quickeness
She sour like citrus
I just swiped a new card
And I copped me a goose
She see my pockets fat
So she tryna get loose
She see me with some treats
But bitch I am no trick
Sent her boyfriend a link
He got scammed with a click
New sativa gas is rotten
You can smell the pack it's all up in my cotton
Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping
So much money why a nigga always plotting
It's Keemz
I just be chasing money it's a race
Don't got no time for these hoes in my face
Pockets be booming like I got the bass
I'm breaking down beats like I just dropped a vase
Coast to coast flight yea I always be boarding
Just hit Atlanta I get to recording
I just be ballin out I'm Micheal Jordan
Cooking up heat cheffin think I'm Gordon
Dripping this water I feel like a pipe
Love me some ass and come with the stripes
Never thought I would come up off the swipe
Got people asking to teach em the life
Selfish I keep all the secrets for me
Double S W on the hoody and Tee
Remember I use to steal out Jubilee
Now I get money from internet schemes
Switch the flow its too easy
I grew up on weezy
My plug said he ain't know the strain
I looked it up on Leafly
Niggas move suspicious
These bitches want my riches
Allergic to that fake shit
I think I got a sickness
Scamming just to get drip
These niggas might get jipped
I came up on some 100s
And all these bands that I just can't grip
All about my damn funds
Never could I be a bum
Because it's always bread to make
And niggas out here chasing crumbs
New sativa gas is rotten
You can smell the pack it's all up in my cotton
Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping
So much money why a nigga always plotting
You can smell the pack it's all up in my cotton
Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping
So much money why a nigga always plotting
Versace runners got a nigga feeling too elite
Ya girl she say she love my flow and plus my voice deep
How you a rapper yet my song is always on repeat
She even post my music you can't even get a tweet
I'm always flexing cuz a nigga like to talk shit
My clothes expensive dropped some Ks for the outfit
That MSR is how I duplicate the card strip
Good with plastic never catch me tryna move a brick
Oh shit
It's Keemz the great
Don't take hoes on no dates
Is you f*ckin or Na?
I got one on the way
I might roll me a spliff
My blunts wrapped like a gift
She gone give me some top
Use two hands with the twist
My bills always come big
I got 100s and 50s
She see cash come quickly
She throwing that kitty
I got hoes like Christmas
They wana be Mrs
I dip with the quickeness
She sour like citrus
I just swiped a new card
And I copped me a goose
She see my pockets fat
So she tryna get loose
She see me with some treats
But bitch I am no trick
Sent her boyfriend a link
He got scammed with a click
New sativa gas is rotten
You can smell the pack it's all up in my cotton
Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping
So much money why a nigga always plotting
It's Keemz
I just be chasing money it's a race
Don't got no time for these hoes in my face
Pockets be booming like I got the bass
I'm breaking down beats like I just dropped a vase
Coast to coast flight yea I always be boarding
Just hit Atlanta I get to recording
I just be ballin out I'm Micheal Jordan
Cooking up heat cheffin think I'm Gordon
Dripping this water I feel like a pipe
Love me some ass and come with the stripes
Never thought I would come up off the swipe
Got people asking to teach em the life
Selfish I keep all the secrets for me
Double S W on the hoody and Tee
Remember I use to steal out Jubilee
Now I get money from internet schemes
Switch the flow its too easy
I grew up on weezy
My plug said he ain't know the strain
I looked it up on Leafly
Niggas move suspicious
These bitches want my riches
Allergic to that fake shit
I think I got a sickness
Scamming just to get drip
These niggas might get jipped
I came up on some 100s
And all these bands that I just can't grip
All about my damn funds
Never could I be a bum
Because it's always bread to make
And niggas out here chasing crumbs
New sativa gas is rotten
You can smell the pack it's all up in my cotton
Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping
So much money why a nigga always plotting
Writer: Hakeem Burch
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