Game Six

Fuck it, I'ma keep that bitch natural, niggas know what we do Slatt (Questionizer, I like this beat) I say

I'm a fuckin' hooligan, but I be tryna keep the peace It ain't shit to jump back in the field, big bro'll pass me some cleats Goofy bitch talmbout, "We rich", I aksed her, "Who the fuck is we?" Girl, this shit for my OG and all the guys who step for me (baow-baow)

Ay, lil' boy, don't front your move 'cause yo' ass might just rest in peace (slatt) Keep it cool while you in school 'cause niggas die for testin' me (ah) I'm not candy, ain't shit sweet, y'all got me hollerin', "Who want beef?" Boom-boom-boom, we outside, knock on that door like Treat-Or-Treat (slatt, slatt)

You niggas look up to me, I teach y'all e'rything y'all know (baow, baow, baow, baow) You ain't street, you'sa bitch and all yo' peoples move like hos I ain't goin' for none of that shit, if you think I am, then yo' ass slow (then yo' ass slow) I ain't no rapper, I'll still spank that ass, I'm not your average Joe (ay, ay)

All that fightin' shit is dead, you throw a punch, get turned to Runtz Get the fuck out the way, move bitch, I don't wanna talk, I'm on a hunt In the same year, two niggas got hit up, same month So don't lack, before yo' ass end up in the same blunt (nigga)

Pockets fat, the gang lit, I'm still on that gang shit Fourth quarter, game six, last second, I made a hit Quick to blow you, better not cough, get your ho, she tryna talk She tryna get dipped in the sauce, fuck the bros, then meet the boss

Pockets fat, the gang lit, I'm still on that gang shit Fourth quarter, game six, last second, I made a hit Quick to blow you, better not cough, get your ho, she tryna talk She tryna get dipped in the sauce, slurp the bros, then meet the boss (ah)

These niggas ain't fuckin' with me, but I know that they tryin' (bang) Don't nobody mind they bidness, that's why all these niggas dyin' (ay, bang, baow) I am just a cool ass dude, stop me when I lie (baow) Girl, you bet' not spill shit on my jacket, bitch I'm super fly

Makin' money, makin' racks, spent it all and make it back (bah) Girl I bought you all that ass, please don't make me take it back I do not trust y'all that's why I'm always muggin' (RAMBO, RAMBO) Ho say that I'm thuggin' but this just that gangsta lovin'

Nigga, this ain't nothin' new (ay, ay, ay) If I cannot get to you, I pull up to yo' mama house and raise her motherfuckin' roof I get shit hurt, I don't care 'bout what you heard Nigga sayin' I'm a bitch just 'cause I was in the burbs

With my gang friends yellin', "Gang-gang" (gang-gang) I'm Joe Jackson, I'm gon' make that thing sing (that thing sing) I was with my gang friends yellin', "Gang-gang" (gang-gang) Uh, if you gangbang we on the same page, nigga

Pockets fat, the gang lit, I'm still on that gang shit Fourth quarter, game six, last second, I made a hit Quick to blow you, better not cough, get your ho, she tryna talk She tryna get dipped in the sauce, fuck the bros then meet the boss

Pockets fat, the gang lit, I'm still on that gang shit Fourth quarter, game six, last second, I made a hit Quick to blow you, better not cough, get your ho, she tryna talk She tryna get dipped in the sauce, fuck the bros then meet the boss