The Game

I got all of this shit on my own now
My niggas we up on touchdown
Got rollies all bust down
Pretty bitches they fuck now
I was riding in a Bently da other day
Talkin buzzness smoking on some Kim Kay
I remember sleepin on floor
I ain't gotta do that no moe
Hotel staying in my city
I stay on the go
I'm chasing my doe
Mmerber havin to steal out da store

Mama worked some long hard night

Never home in da streets all night
Dont ask why I keep a pistol wit me
Some nigga still wishing death on me
World so cold gotta watch yo homies

Keep a Cut grass for the for snake
Huh
Even ya family a fake
Ya
Luh nigga go get ya a plate

Den scrap till you needing a safe

Never let a freaky hoe in yo place
Hoes be scheemin
Put yo diamonds away
Faithful bitches be freaky for days
Pussy poppin
Stended clip on da K

Niggas snitchin
Be informing shit

Screen shotting on my snap
Just like a luh thirsty ass bitch

Pussy nigga ain't worth a hit
Open hand I be slapping shit
More then grams in backs an shit
On Instagram wit da baddest bitch
Was selling grams till I hit a lick

Was selling grams till I hit a lick

Bout my business I'mma business man
Don't do no pills but I got the zanz

Fast car in and out the lanes
Remeber I ain't even have a Thang

Member long nights selling Cain

Member long night selling Cain
Now my money up in rubber bands
Reggie White wit the sack
Ya
Tom Brady wit the plays tho
Yo main dealer he be call me
Ugly Bruh got the quality

They know Imma fuck up the game



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Writer(s): Ugly Bruh
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