Game

Alley Boy, Veli Sosa, Bossgame

Crack Og AB whats poppin my Nigga Bossgame whats good Mobb Came from a thousand eight grams Is a whole one if you buy a whole one a Nigga let you hold one Don’t say shit nigga you Ain't never score one I've been real since day one Nigga I don’t owe none This a real rollie no tick tock while you Laying with the bitch nigga getting socks Fool trying buy seven but His budget two grams Thirty hanging out his pants Flexing on the Instagram Young'n banging going crazy don’t Know the literature While you trying to get some stains Better get some Millions bro Folks gone sentence ya Forty years penitentiary This ya big homey but the Nigga didn’t mention it Trying to give the young nigga game game game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game game game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Nigga telling on his partner That’s an awful thing You a virgin shoot'a nigga Should'a know you’d sang Off brand nigga we don’t your name Duct Tape Mob nutting before that For the bands niggas laying at your door mat Fifty shots at your ass nigga hold that Wanna hold something fuck nigga hold that Scary movie yea a nigga poltergeist Internet nigga turning gangster over night Hanging with the nigga and you Know he ain't right You a bitch like him nigga show you right You can tell you ain't learn from your OG’s Twenty eight for the bag of the OG Hundred bands on my arms make ya hoe freeze Trying give these niggas game how to get G’s better listen to your OG’s Trying to give the young nigga game game game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game game game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Bossgame in this motherfucker nigga let Me talk to these young niggas real quick you Know what going on I respect the shooter I don’t respect a bitch I respect a bidder I don’t respect a snitch I’ve been taught to keep it hush So I ain't saying shit so who the fuck you Niggas grew up out here playing wit Og’s told me hold it down while I stand stiff Forty cal black hoodie and some stand smiths See I done seen some niggas switch Up on they mans them But I've raised to keep it solid I don’t fuck with him Its Bossgame yea I grew up on the East side Where them niggas go to war shit we got pride A hundred shooters at your door At your mama house its time to call Idea now And get them caskets out Bitch it's Duct Tape the Mob til the death of Me yea it's death before Dishonor that the recipe Bitch it's Duct Tape the Mob til the death of Me yea it's death before Dishonor that the recipe Trying to give the young nigga game game game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game game game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game Trying to give the young nigga game

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