Game On
YBC Fayzo
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We in the van 5 deep w the straps on This a banger it's yo bitch favorite trap song Back on gangster shit nigga game on He kissed a hoe on the same lips I came on Aye, aye where the f*ck my strap I ain't never seen so many pussy niggas on the map Screaming gang on the camera But they'll never shoot a cap Man this lifestyle they claim it's not for them and that's a fact Y'all niggas lame if y'all tryna throw some fists It's even worse if y'all niggas try to throw it for a bitch The realist niggas that I ever seen walk with sticks They ain't blind they just ready for a nigga talking shit Twitter talking but they never in the streets I'm so cold on the track but I'm still clutching with the heat Late night got a mask on this ain't trick or treat Tryna blow a nigga brains got the aim at his teeth Ran up money but naw man ain't shit change Niggas acting tough but on gang boy they bitch made Switch lanes on my mama with a switch blade Catch an opp chopper singing like it's Rick James Bitches switching up quick but it's cool Lobbing bitches to my brother call that shit an alley oop Any nigga want smoke we gone shoot Want beef with my brother then u get the whole crew I can't cuff a thot bitch I can't hit those They just want a nigga dick cause his wrist froze Who want smoke we gone pull up in a whip hoe And send shots drive by through that window Aye, aye I'm a top dog Let it be known i'm that man w the drop top I could pull up solo and shoot yo top off Take yo bitch make that hoe take her top off Got a new whip niggas know it's a steamer Niggas make me sick boy I think I gotta fever I just want the head simp nigga u can keep her I only wanted neck when I got it I delete her Been with the streets cause I gave this shit my life yeah Freshman year catch me walkin with that knife yeah I had some problems but i know that shit ain't right yeah But I still carry round that pump and that shit bite yeah Lost a lot of these niggas don't ask me how I feel Just pass the blunt and mind yo business tryna get a mill It was some days where my momma couldn't cook a meal And at 14 young niggas out here doing drills Bitch So don't tell me how it go Balling like 2k that's what I spent on my clothes Had to make some money but that shit came with some hoes Cut a bitch off like yo ex did yo clothes Just hit yo niggas yeah we winning u can check the score Ain't wanna do it but u niggas thinking I'm a hoe I became different ever since I seen my brother go But I can't fold 40 so damn loud it's like a stereo For all my niggas that I f*ck with I'm gone pop out Rip my young niggas I'm gone see them when I clock out Never box again I always got this glock out For my niggas that's locked I'm tryna take that lock out I bounced out dipped as f*ck in the rental Tell u bout my life you would think a nigga mental I got, two faces a young nigga need a medal I ain't sell my soul but I'm fighting with the devil We in the van 5 deep w the straps on This a banger it's yo bitch favorite trap song Back on gangster shit nigga game on He kissed a hoe on the same lips I came on
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