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
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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