"Da Play Off"
I'm the God Nigga What the fuck You thought
Ain't playing with These niggas I'm a kill them all
I was trained By the best I am ready for This war
Play the sideline Observe How I air The floor
Niggas want to Play I'm a carry out
Body bags My nigga that's The only thing I'm talking bout
I don't give a Fuck Who you rolling with
I got a Couple ARs yeah Loaded with some Extra clips
Yeah the Trini Boy don't play Yeah I came From far away
But I trap In New York though What the fuck You gone say
Fuck your team Fuck your click Fuck your moms Hold this stick
Think you 2pac Watch me Catch you in Your fucking whip
Balling & styling Cruising Like a fucking bitch
Heard your man's Was Blood but Now he turned A fucking snitch
Oh Lord I tell You bout these Gangbangers They ain't shit
Trini Trap till I die Rambo all up In this bitch
I'm the God Nigga What the fuck You thought
I was playing With these niggaz I'm the fucking boss
It's gone be A closed Casket Face off
Johnny Cage With the kick This the play off
You big for Nothing Stupid motherfucker what
Know your place Ain't no need To claim the Semi tucked
Check the score Across the board All these niggas fucked
I'm sending shots Fuck your gang Y'all like all sluts
Fuck them Yankee Boys I Invade blocks
Most of Them Is pushing weed They crack game Done slowed up
Who you think Is getting all This money they Get slow bucks
Every time I Flip a O Know a Nigga Double up
Fifty six or Better then I Flip it turn To a hundred
Every fiend In every borough Know I got The better stuff
I tried to Be polite but These niggas got Me fucked up
Line em up One by one Aim on point Don't duck
Don't run don't Make a move Now I'm turned up
Now I'm lit Don't slip Fuck around Your brain split
It's gone be A massacre dawg Who give two shits
Been a shooter on the low My niggas call Me Cross bitch
I'm the God Nigga What the fuck You thought
I was playing, With these niggas I'm the fucking Boss
It's gone be A closed Casket Face off
Johnny Cage With the kick This the play off
I'm the God Nigga What the fuck You thought
I was playing With these Nigga I'm the fucking boss
It's gone be A closed Casket Face off
Johnny Cage With that kick This the play, off
Ain't playing with These niggas I'm a kill them all
I was trained By the best I am ready for This war
Play the sideline Observe How I air The floor
Niggas want to Play I'm a carry out
Body bags My nigga that's The only thing I'm talking bout
I don't give a Fuck Who you rolling with
I got a Couple ARs yeah Loaded with some Extra clips
Yeah the Trini Boy don't play Yeah I came From far away
But I trap In New York though What the fuck You gone say
Fuck your team Fuck your click Fuck your moms Hold this stick
Think you 2pac Watch me Catch you in Your fucking whip
Balling & styling Cruising Like a fucking bitch
Heard your man's Was Blood but Now he turned A fucking snitch
Oh Lord I tell You bout these Gangbangers They ain't shit
Trini Trap till I die Rambo all up In this bitch
I'm the God Nigga What the fuck You thought
I was playing With these niggaz I'm the fucking boss
It's gone be A closed Casket Face off
Johnny Cage With the kick This the play off
You big for Nothing Stupid motherfucker what
Know your place Ain't no need To claim the Semi tucked
Check the score Across the board All these niggas fucked
I'm sending shots Fuck your gang Y'all like all sluts
Fuck them Yankee Boys I Invade blocks
Most of Them Is pushing weed They crack game Done slowed up
Who you think Is getting all This money they Get slow bucks
Every time I Flip a O Know a Nigga Double up
Fifty six or Better then I Flip it turn To a hundred
Every fiend In every borough Know I got The better stuff
I tried to Be polite but These niggas got Me fucked up
Line em up One by one Aim on point Don't duck
Don't run don't Make a move Now I'm turned up
Now I'm lit Don't slip Fuck around Your brain split
It's gone be A massacre dawg Who give two shits
Been a shooter on the low My niggas call Me Cross bitch
I'm the God Nigga What the fuck You thought
I was playing, With these niggas I'm the fucking Boss
It's gone be A closed Casket Face off
Johnny Cage With the kick This the play off
I'm the God Nigga What the fuck You thought
I was playing With these Nigga I'm the fucking boss
It's gone be A closed Casket Face off
Johnny Cage With that kick This the play, off
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Charles
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