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Crack Og AB whats poppin my nigga Bossgame whats good Mobb

Came from a thousand eight grams is a whole one
If you buy a whole one a nigga let you hold one
Don't say shit nigga you ain't never score one
I've been real since day one nigga I don't owe none
This a real rollie no tick tock while you laying with the bitch nigga getting socks
Fool trying buy seven but his budget two grams
Thirty hanging out his pants flexing on the Instagram
Young'n banging going crazy don't know the literature
While you trying to get some stains better get some Millions bro
Folks gone sentence ya forty years penitentiary
This ya big homey but the nigga didn't mention it

Trying to give the young nigga game game game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game game game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game

Trying to give the young nigga game
Nigga telling on his partner that's an awful thing
You a virgin shoot'a nigga should'a know you'd sang
Off brand nigga we don't your name
Duct Tape Mob nutting before that
For the bands niggas laying at your door mat
Fifty shots at your ass nigga hold that
Wanna hold something fuck nigga hold that
Scary movie yea a nigga poltergeist
Internet nigga turning gangster over night
Hanging with the nigga and you know he ain't right
You a bitch like him nigga show you right
You can tell you ain't learn from your O.G.'s
Twenty eight for the bag of the O.G
Hundred bands on my arms make ya hoe freeze
Trying give these niggas game how to get g's better listen to your O.G.'s

Trying to give the young nigga game game game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game game game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game

Bossgame in this motherfucker nigga let me talk to these young niggas real
Quick you know what going on

I respect the shooter I don't respect a bitch
I respect a bidder I don't respect a snitch
I've been taught to keep it hush
So I ain't saying shit so who the fuck you
Niggas grew up out here playing wit
Og's told me hold it down while I stand stiff
Forty cal black hoodie and some stand smiths
See I done seen some niggas switch up on they mans them
But I've raised to keep it solid I don't fuck with him
Its Bossgame yea I grew up on the East side
Where them niggas go to war shit we got pride
A hundred shooters at your door at your mama house
Its time to call Idea now and get them caskets out
Bitch its Duct Tape the Mob til the death of me yea its death before dishonor that the recipe
Bitch its Duct Tape the Mob til the death of me yea its death before dishonor that the recipe

Trying to give the young nigga game game game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game game game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game
Trying to give the young nigga game



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Writer(s): Bossgame
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