- SG -

Where it’s at
Ima pull up hit the stack Paint it black, with the tat
I’m just tryna get the pack
Seen a track, finna run him up Moving sus as fuck
Where the fuck I’m from
Where the fuck I been
Where I am and who the fuck I want, what the fuck
What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, who I’m gonna tell 
What the fuck is wrong with me, why it’s in my head?
What the fuck is wrong with me, find me in ya bed

Why I’m itching for a snack
I can’t even take a nap
Homies blasted in the back
Seen a couple I’ma smack
Damn I wish I had a strap
Keep it tucked under my ass
Cause you think I’m going back
Brodie looking like
Finna get another mattress for my honey buns
Going platinum off a cell with two numbers on it
And I’m still get the bitches And if he don’t believe me we gon send ya boy the pictures
We not working we just twerking
We choose SM over murder
Till we Hurd ya, coming over
Put my baby, in the corner
I just copped another short and
Then I bought another shotty
Couple bodies, hundred miles
Run it up till we inside it
No one worries after hours
Use your tears to rinse my flowers
Someone turned off all the power
But there’s one light in you shining
Don’t you even try to hide it
One more step and I’ll be blinded
But I’d do anything to bind it
I’ll take everything you buying
These alarms are not for you, trust me I know what I’m doing
When I see the light I run back to the dark cause I’m not losing
Then just spark up a wick in the midst of the confusion
And be grateful for this state cause when it’s over Ima lose it

What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, I’m going to hell
What the fuck is wrong with me, get it in your head
What the fuck is wrong with me, fucking mine to death
What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, who I’m gonna tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, get it out my head
What the fuck is wrong with me, lying in ya bed

Ima real boy bitch, ain’t nobody puppet bitch
Ima real boy bitch, ain’t move for nobody fist
Ima real boy bitch you know I ain’t honest bitch
Ima real boy bitch nose just bout long as my dick
Ima real boy bitch, ain’t nobody puppet bitch
Ima real boy bitch, ain’t move for nobody fist
Ima real boy bitch you know I ain’t honest bitch
Ima real boy bitch nose just bout long as my dick

Rumble like the fifties with a switch and a chain out
Know that boul a bitch so we gon throw him in the cage now
Shawty bet not pop the trunk when moving out of state bound
Said she wanna hit the MAC shit I gotta bus the train out
What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t even tell no more
What the fuck is wrong with me? No one hang around no more
What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t go outside no more
What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t even lie no more

What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, I’m going to hell
What the fuck is wrong with me, get it in your head
What the fuck is wrong with me, fucking me to death
What the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t even tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, who I’m gonna tell
What the fuck is wrong with me, get it out my head
What the fuck is wrong with me, lying in ya bed

Ima real boy bitch, ain’t nobody puppet bitch
I’m a real boy bitch, ain’t moving for nobody fist
Ima real boy bitch nose grow longer than my dick
Said ima real boy, aye, ima real boy

Pinocchio [Prod. Fein Guwop]

- SG -
Big dick, coming on your block
You never seen him before you better run for your life
It don’t matter if he got his bare fist or his pipe out 
Boy you better hide your bitch, and your daughter, and your wife now
When you outside better not sniff it or we riding
Whole lotta white on us, bro bought it without buying
Those suppliers, in the dirt, ask him where, he say behind you
Laugh it off then turn around and bend ya over, hit ya vial
And you wanna reach for something but you’re better off not moving 
Got a pistol and a hammer or at least you are assuming
And as fucked up as we was I couldn’t help but to respect it
Even if we were connected never knew if we were next
Didn’t ever need a check, disrespected and protected
We were fighting for the sex still never made it on the net
Flex on em with the vain popping next to my bicep
Secondary to the crime that’s why I’m crying on the set
Every time I think about it don’t know why I’m so upset
Cause while I’m outside drinking forties all his shorties by a pen
In the years left in my life I don’t know if I’ll ever get
The kinda he power in his head to think that I could flee the feds
And I know I’m past the time when that’s a charge that I could get
And the girls he got in line are more undying than my bitch
And I’m trying not to mind but maybe I just wanna switch
And I’m trying not to mind but sometimes I feel like a bitch
And I’m trying not to mind but sometimes I just wanna switch
And I’m trying not to mind but maybe I just wanna bitch
And I’m trying not to mind but baby I don’t wanna switch
And I’m trying not to mind l baby I want a big dick

Big Dick [Prod. MX3KHVLIF]

- SG - 
Running round, running round, running round, turn him
Hunt him down, hunt him down, then we gonna hurt him
Crying out, crying loud, some might find disturbing
When we find him we gon make him wish we would’ve merc’d him

You look out your window and start wondering what’s lurking
I be outside wandering to find these things in person
Rabid dogs roaming out the country you not heard it
Feral shawty ask me for a lighter I don’t got one
Your girl text me from a different number every day
Working out the cut I’m parking out four blocks away
It’s her first day out you know we gotta celebrate
Make sure she escape but she’ll never get away
Marriott Hotel with all my dawgs it’s getting boring
All my partners passing out and now I’m feeling stupid horny
Sending texts like I’m a whore cause only two girl liked my story
Fuck that bitch raw fore she get thrown round by my homies
We gon always fuck with any man who in submission
We gon always fuck with any man who like the bitches
We not gonna fuck your girl been grinding why you bitter
I don’t got no mind or time of day to tell y’all how I’m winning

Running round, running round, running round, turn him
Hunt him down, hunt him down, then we gonna hurt him
Hundred thou, hundred thou, like my name was Kirby
Going out, going loud, might not be returning
Coming down, coming down, coming down, turning
One more round, one more round, I still feel it burning
Fuck around, fuck around, find out when it’s hurting
Up it, now, I’m still down but I ain’t gonna hurt him much

- Jenks -

Huntin ft Jenks [Prod. Mike Hertz]

- SG -

Bring her in the public bathroom cause it’s dirty
Got your girl spitting down the drain like she regurging
Hold her hair back so she can see herself hurting
Wipe it on your shirt she let me wear it while you working
Wear it while I’m working, but I’m bigger than all of you
I did more than all of you, still get less than all of you
Say ya numbers real but we both know that you got sum to prove
I take down the hunnid proof, took her to another room

When she started grinding on me said it wasn’t cheating
When she started sliding on me said it be our secret
Hold that shawty down till she start crying and I’m squealing
Said she fiending when my name get off her mentions I believe it
They said I was sick, honestly I like that
Pretty like a bitch but I still think that you are lying
Pretty like a bitch but I’m still pretty when I’m fighting
Pretty like a bitch and I’m still pretty that’s for life bitch
Pretty like a bitch, but pipe dreaming like a man
Pretty like a bitch that’s why I’m sleeping on these bands
Pretty like a bitch am I a groupie or a fan?
Said I’m pretty like ya bitch don’t tell no one who I am
Pretty like ya bitch when she about to get it in
Pretty like ya bitch, a lot of friends they all pretend
Pretty like ya bitch and you a pretty bitch too
When I’m fucking on your bitch I know she thinking bout you

Drinking in the public bathroom cause it’s dirty
Got your girl face in sink she regurging
Hold her back so she can see herself working
Hold her hair back so she can see herself hurting

Uniform [Prod. icymeed]

YepYeah · Schimo · stunt3r · cypress · DJ Icarus

Schimo VS The Music - EP

℗ MAC Drive

Released on: 2025-9-2

YepYeah (prod. stunt3r x cypress)

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* JUNKIE + 8TEEN PRESENT... *

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YepYeah (prod. stunt3r x cypress)

Schimo (@schimo7s)

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