Games lyrics

by

J4yDiZz1e


[Verse: NizzMey]

I get on a beat and I'm f*cking reckless, n*ggas houses are my f*cking neckless

n*ggas always wanna talk about how a n*gga try hard there is no practice

Laying down the records like they a matress, Stunting on these n*ggas heat is drastic

Cutting n*ggas up in peaces kid, have yo mans stuck up like a f*cking cactus

Yeah these n*ggas wanna be some trappers but they fake as hell and they know they actors

Leave a young n*gga wetted down now his blood is leaking out of him backwards

I remember when I had nothing, so I had to turn that nothing into something

n*ggas stay complaining bout some f*ck sh*t, Really n*gga I could buy your cousin

NizzMey b*tch I do my hustling, Moving dope I don't do that thug sh*t

And I pray to god because honestly I was headed down that road to all that crunk sh*t

Leaving n*ggas be do not get rough kid, I'll shoot ya whole block up no discussion

Pistol whip ya b*tch and tell her suck my di*k and after I done gave her a concussion

Street n*gga b*tch do not be fussing, Drag you by the weave and shoot ya husband

I was really with them gang sh*ts had to step back cause that sh*ts disfunctioned

I gotta give it to Dine'ro he a street n*gga always up to something

n*ggas thinking softy NizzMey, b*tch you know what's up

I'll change that sh*t real quickly bruh, Nut up all up in yo b*tches gut

Leave you with the kid, drown him in his fit, GraaaGraaa to your fitted

Now you f*ck n*ggas ain't speaking b*tch what happen to that sh*t you's spitting?


[Hook: J4yDiZz1e]

b*tch you think this is a game, b*tch you think this is a game?

n*gga your whole crew is lame, we'll shoot your whole team up no aim

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