Shortage

Yeah
Yeah
We going in
Hmm
Yeah
Gang
Look
Black hoodie on my head
Something like the grim reaper
Smoking on the devil's lettuce
Nigga I'm a big chiefer
Fuck her once
Twice
Then

Shit I'm about to leave her
I'll be damned if I'm caught in the water
Like a beaver
I'm hot I got a fever
Throw a bullet at your Ceasar
I could drive thru hit you with the five
Pizza Pizza nigga
I'm cooking dope
And Fl be my beaker
I keep the Nina tucked on me
In that M3 Beamer
Put that pussy to sleep
Shorty thought she was dreaming
I killed the beat
I'm a beast bitch I got to keep scheming
The Glock on me I'm toating
So please give me a reason
Might have your mom and them screaming
Ah
Take The Game back



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Writer(s): Malachi Andrewin
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