Free Game
42 Dugg, Lil Uzi Vert, DJ Drama
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(Antt did the track) (They talkin' 'bout out here) I'm really like that They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines If Mel order four I probably send him five Kill 'em, Don Cherry wit' me, Crippin' tryna kill a Five Oh you don't bang shit? Same shit, still'll get you fried Drop somethin' then skate off, I still remember six to nine F*ck, dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (DJ Drama) (Antt did the track) Hahahaha (They talkin' 'bout out here) You niggas can't f*ck with us They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines If Mel order four I probably send him five Kill 'em, Don Cherry wit' me, Crippin' tryna kill a Five Oh you don't bang shit? Same shit, still'll get you fried Drop somethin' then skate off, I still remember six to nine F*ck, dawg, he hatin' on me, I still be in this bitch wit' mine (Mr. Thanksgiving) Did some time like six years (how you feelin?) I ain't goin' back, don't get killed (that's on my nigga) Everybody on a finkle, still won't put 'em on the payroll I could f*ck whoever bitch, my nigga, just don't hate on me I'm straight on you, niggas out here still doin' sucka shit (hoe-niggas) I done fucked his main hoe, his sister and his brother bitch Can't trust a bitch Niggas out here starvin', doggy, send somethin' I still be sellin' Them people on me, I had to switch some (no bap, nigga) Been six summers, I'm still turnt Fight who? I kill first Dog on me, don't deal Percs Three Chanels, them real purses Bae like when we kick it She pop it off by suckin' dick And bae like, "She can get it" I like freak-hoes that eat hoes and slap fives when we done I hate hoe-niggas and broke niggas, won't catch me with no bums (bah) Got them white arms on them clear lens, can't catch me in my Buffs I done sonned his shit a hundred times can't beef about no sluts Know I pulled up fresh as f*ck (get 'em) In that brand new Lambo' truck Skrrt off on a dead body Did a hit right in the foreign, it's a big body (yeah) Ain't know about it, but now you know that we been 'bout it Yo' bitch in my crib suckin' my dick and she get real sloppy Ain't wanna tell you that shit, dog, 'cause you be in yo' feelings (feelings) You ain't do no killin', you ain't never pay no killers (no) Pussy, that ain't Wockhardt (what are you sippin'?) You sippin' on penicillin (lame) I'ma stack this money up until I feel the ceilin' I ain't want yo' bitch she looked at me like really really (really really) I'm in yo' city with these Buffs on like I ain't from Philly (Philly) My life ain't silly I woke up and then I made a milli' (made a milli') T-L-C mean too much lettuce cheese, my bitch look like Chili (yeah) No I'm never stuck, never stuck (stuck) Hold my pants up 'cause the forty tucked (baow, ooh) I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't f*ck somethin' (nah) I ain't never meet a bitch that didn't suck somethin' Know these niggas pussy they ain't gon' buss nothin' (at all) Nick Cannon walkin' with a big ol' drum Countin' all this money make me risk my thumbs Smokin' all these opps make me risk my lungs (period)
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Written by: Tyree Simmons, Symere Woods, A. Britten II, Dion Hayes
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