Lyrics:
Fake family ties, y'all say brother too much
Y'all get played by the same women, y'all say you love her too much
And y'all be runnin' from the truth,
match it wit tha Ferrari,
But tha game is still hectic, niggas bout to turn this money hungry
Bitches, tha Dayton Family said FBI, we call em'
I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple hundred grand
Dayton's on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass move to the beat
shake
With no money
Don't drink the ac
It's too muddy
They say we ain't playin fair
Trip off our accolades
Haters are motivation
I think they
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
why
You like playin' mind games with me (mind games? what? oh, Lord)
Bitch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant
I know when you
denim, fat ass in 'em
I can tell by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him
This nigga Herre Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over wit' a fake ass chain
Yeah (brrt), uh
(Brr, brr, brr)
(Brr, brr, brr) Machine
(Brrt)
It's not a game, nigga (brr, brr)
It's not a fuckin' game, nigga (brr, brr, brr)
payin' you but straight be playin' you
Bitch, I thought you knew better than that
See, it only fucks you up when your weak game lacks
Manipulatin' moves
Now let's get down to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
in
The clicks start dancing and the broads start choosing
And the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred,
nigga
From down south to the muthafuckin' hills
Y'all niggas better recognize
Y'all better fuckin' recognize
I'm tru to da game, Masta P'll be da name
ice in the wing like Rondo's
Million dollar convos, we on those
A lotta clowns in the game
They mama should've aborted 'em
Snitch and come home
Y'all
Let a nigga try me, try me
I'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family
And I ain't playin' with nobody
Fuck around and I'ma catch a body
Let a nigga
To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot
it, nigga do ya
Nigga I come to life and I scare all y'all bustas like Freddy Kruger
Gangstafied nigga, true to the game nigga
Stay fuckin pullin
to the millionth
It's extra, ordinary and plain
I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game
By the time you get where I'm standing, I'll be gone
y'all
And thought this little Kevin Garnett face
Ass could make it happen
I'm reminiscing to listen to
What I'm sayin' y'all
I'm the reason he stopped playin' ball
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
(Chorus)x2
We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl,crawl
Crawl, ballin' on all of y'all
Niggas heavy in the game
And we connectin' the plots, and we
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all
(Chorus)x2
We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl,crawl
Crawl, ballin' on all of y'all
Niggas heavy in the game
And we connectin' the plots, and we
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
it out
Talk it out
Talk things out, begin to pray, ya'll
This unit is the only way
Created by God, the Father of all
Who gave each entity a different
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