ABQ Schemin' (feat. Trippyxz)

(its1022)
All the real ones in my circle I respect them
And all the fake ones that came by me I forgive them
And forget them
I won't regret them
I can't let them
Be the main thing in my mind
Because I left them
My mindset changed I'm ballin
I switched roles now
I ain't the person that's callin
Put my focus all on the music
Now the haters that fought me are fallin
Yeah it's time to make a super smash hit in here no brawling
Clean my beat up make it flawless yeah

Look at this ABQ schemin'
Red on my head I must be a demon
Dri-Driving my gold Impala
No exhaust and the engine screamin'
Leaving black marks on the cement
Your boy a rap star in the making
Momma see the racks all on your baby
They say that I'm fake
I tell them not even
Look at this ABQ schemin'
Red on my head I must be a demon
Driving my gold Impala
No exhaust and the engine screamin'
Leaving black marks on the cement
Your boy a rap star in the making
Momma see the racks all on your baby
They say that I'm fake
I tell them not even

(Trip)
Got-Got big racks on me I'm schemin'
Eyes be red, they look like demon
Got your shawty with she dreamy
Up in the sheets, you know that we leanin'
She saw the racks she couldn't believe it
Couldn't believe it, whoa (couldn't believe it)
Couldn't believe it, hop in the sheets
You know that we leavin' uh (yeah)
Told her i'm going to Venus
Jet lag got me all sleepy, yeah
Getting the money is easy
Getting the money is easy, yeah (it's easy)
I just be chillin', I'm chillin, I'm chillin',
I feel like I'm Breezy, yuh
(I just be chillin', I'm chillin, I'm chillin',
I feel like I'm Breezy, huh)(Chris Breezy)
With my bitch she bad (she bad)
Caught a Gucci bag (that bag)
Make that shit go last (go last)
Run my shit and dash (yeah)

Made my car real fast
And I still done copped that verse
Gas price up tryna get that cash
And I'll ride till I'm in a hearse oh yeah

L-L-Look at this ABQ schemin'
Red on my head I must be a demon
Dri-Driving my gold Impala
No exhaust and the engine screamin'
Leaving black marks on the cement
Your boy a rap star in the making
Momma see the racks all on your baby
They say that I'm fake
I tell them not even

Yeah
I tell 'em not even
The songs im writing this season
About I was a kid with struggles
Now that they're gone life's easy
It's crazy
When I was depressed I was lazy (lazy)
But I focused my mind on the future
When imma be dressed up in chains with vv's baby
Face all the demons uh
Faced all the demons in my mind (faced all the demons)
Changed how I'm living uh
Now I don't play dawg I grind (yeah)
You can see I was made for this
You can see in the way that I rhyme
I'm gonna make me a name from this
You know that I'm lit
Imma buy me a promo
Go into work then do it again (and I'll do it again)
All praise to God
For letting me meet all these people with hits (yeah yeah)
Speaking of hits I pulled trippyxz in this bit
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Hub city villain
Hub city wildin
I am such menace
You should put me on island
Talking maroon, red hair I'm fire
Riding round bumping YoungBoy
Cuz you know that's my style
You know I'm insane
When I can't find like anything wrong
With Kanye's brain
He's just a man in pain (man in pain)
Pain can turn a man to a demon
I guess I can relate
And that's the reason for ABQ schemin'
I guess I'll never change

L-L-Look at this ABQ schemin'
Red on my head I must be a demon
Dri-Driving my gold Impala
No exhaust and the engine screamin'
Leaving black marks on the cement
Your boy a rap star in the making
Momma see the racks all on your baby
They say that I'm fake
I tell them not even
Look at this ABQ schemin'
Red on my head I must be a demon Driving my gold Impala
No exhaust and the engine screamin'
Leaving black marks on the cement
Your boy a rap star in the making
Momma see the racks all on your baby
They say that I'm fake
I tell them not even

(Ohh-ohh-ahh)
(2022, its1022)
(505, You know how we ride)