[Verse 1] At this point i’m so fed up, going off I had niggas tryna talk the talk I talk I was [???] I gave that bitch my all In the dump man I gave that bitch my heart In the slums I was serving out the car In the hills man Izz was of the bar It was just me and [???] from the start Used to hand to nickels shiit was hard Staying low can’t get pickled can’t get caught And my grannie said “Come in when it’s dark” I said fuck it ain’t coming got it all Niggas jealous they wish I dropped the ball Niggas hating that shit was from start What you drinkin, I’m sipping when i’m parched What you thinkin ok I’ll share my thoughts Talking down and she quick to suck me off If she [???] she play I’ll fuck her off Niggas hating I pass ‘em look I’m gone I ain’t tripping I’m quick to brush it off And that nigga went crazy was my dog I can’t sit here and lie it broke my heart I can let that distract me moving on Hood start boutta turn a super star And them bullets ain’t make it through the car [???] but we made it through the storm Kick sneaks bitches laugh I had ‘em on [???] so you’ve gotta have it on So elite I am not your average bul I’m a beast that these niggas can’t control All That street shit I gotta let it go You see that’s the only way I’m gonna grow You see that’s the only way I’m gonna grow
[Hook] Yeah Who got game? You got game? Cause I got game You got game? Who got game? Who got Yeah, yeah Who got game? You got game? I got game Yeah, you got … Cause I got Who got game?
[Verse 2] I got it I got it the hard way Was hungry swinging by the park late And back off a seven it’s all space Pills just kicked up can’t talk straight I’m on several can’t walk straight Let off shots and then the law came You ain’t hot dog, you a lame Got a lot of thots keep ‘em trained Dog I can’t be stopped can’t be chained Everything I drop fucking flames Everything they not fuck is fame I ‘ont got it [???] he got aim Bitches getting popped I got game Shit I bailed out always had this pain On [???] picking up some things Laying low and staying in my lane Smell like a O walking on a plane [???] got low but I made a way With this type of flow i’m here to stay I stick to the code no other way [???] Riggs was the flow you see my taste I look kinda cold you see my face That shit kinda old yall niggas late You texting my phone that bitch is cray I with different bitches on different days I keep it official they shit fugay They slapping they bitches I [???} That shit was a trap I got out that maze So with that [???] I got out that fate I got me some fame but it’s not the same [???] She almost cried cause I fucking sprayed
[Hook] Yeah Who got game? You got game? Cause I got game You got game? Who got game? Who got Yeah, yeah Who got game? You got game? I got game Yeah, you got … Cause I got Who got game?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
