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Put me in the game coach!
Ah, ah, pocket full of cheddar,
Wave bye to them bronets
And hello to berettas
Thatâs a greedy, yeah nigga thatâs a greedy
Click, click, pow, thatâs a bullet flesh midi
And Iâll arrange it I disarrange only zits
When I arrive man these lames is out of place
They get ghost like the clip hit they heart
D game, not the click you on a star
Cause when itâs going man we going
All gas, no slow, pause brass, now howing
These niggas ainât knowing
And Iâm learn them, pour heat nigga burning
Run before you talking and this bizness donât concern him
So mind yours and get your mind knocked up
8 deep until these 9âs pop out
And got to pop back, guns go off
Shoot off, shoot second
Whoever left, we can talk, wassup
[Hook]
Hard bases off, I got a gun on me
Unless your ass is bulletproof you better run from me
Throwing rounds on that thing will do you bad homie
And this motherfucker better not jam on me
Click, you better no jam on me,
And this motherfucker better not jam on me
Click, you better no jam on me,
And this motherfucker better not jam on me
â¦down the bliss and we be dissing just like Rudolph
G 36 on my hip when itâs a shoot off
Iâm flier than a g6 on the runway bout to take off
Pistol on my hip, you better think twice before you take off
Iâm gunning for your boss so pay the cost, you took the loss
Thatâs the price you pay when you fucking with a real nigga
Keep a pistol on my side like police to kill niggas
No normal bro, I only fuck with real niggas
Tiny â¦locked up but his nameâs still ranging
Them niggas carry pistol but we donât hear no banging
Be careful when you in the streets and walk what you claiming
Nigga go act shit when they out here hanging
Unload, reload, chopper make the niggas fall
Niggas know, nicky â¦bitches know my heart is cold
Heat niggas sucker freeze and probably make his body froze
Make a bitch a little weezy like she born in holygroove
[Hook]
Hard bases off, I got a gun on me
Unless your ass is bulletproof you better run from me
Throwing rounds on that thing will do you bad homie
And this motherfucker better not jam on me
Click, you better no jam on me,
And this motherfucker better not jam on me
Click, you better no jam on me,
And this motherfucker better not jam on me
Get your girl she ainât acting right
She donât know me, but sheâll blow me for some bragging rights
Cause Iâm known for hanging with rich niggas
Busting bands and banging on bitch niggas
Ah, way sicker than the dude she with
Fly creeping on my 501 and Gucci shit
She get a little scared when the Uzzi kick like
Get used to it!
Thatâs the bizz when you riding with a real nigga
We ainât hiding from no problems, we gonnâ deal with them
Hold the niggas I grew up with, Iâm still with them
Get them inside the club, but Iâm still with them
Ainât no suckers getting in with us
â¦only came to fuck a nigga up
Fuck with me and Iâma show you how a mobster do
In the paint till they freeâ¦
[Hook]
Hard bases off, I got a gun on me
Unless your ass is bulletproof you better run from me
Throwing rounds on that thing will do you bad homie
And this motherfucker better not jam on me
Click, you better no jam on me,
And this motherfucker better not jam on me
Click, you better no jam on me,
And this motherfucker better not jam on me.
- Album:
- Face Off