(Hook)
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Goons on deck
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Shooters on deck
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Scraping through your hood
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Black bullet proof vest
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Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
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Need to set with the whole hood a bloody mess
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Shooters on deck
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Goons on deck
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Scraping through your hood
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Black bullet proof vest
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Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
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Fucking with the mob playing in the game of death
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(Nigga game of death)
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(Verse 1)
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Hit them in the face all upon you where the stash at
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You can tell I’m on my fuse live like a glass cat
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Fucking day off like a pipeline in your lap
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Walk with you to the safe, sawed off in your back
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It’s my scope writing dope like a pharmacist
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The price I quote hit you hard like a lightning bolt
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Represent the gangster ride with the cut dose
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Black vest send text, mixed with the gun smoke
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(Verse 2)
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Yuk I’m married to the mob fuck the price main
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Stack a lieutenant 4 stack ‘em in the dice game
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Checking out the right lane ,starring at the ice change
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Ride my shooters, riding pop a nigga like a bike change
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The mob out no drive by’s and leave half out
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Bear face slide up in a nigga blow his top out
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Bang, we put them lames to rest
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Fucking with the dragon gang it’s the game of death
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(Hook)
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Goons on deck
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Shooters on deck
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Scraping through your hood
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Black bullet proof vest
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Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
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Need to set with the whole hood a bloody mess
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Shooters on deck
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Goons on deck
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Scraping through your hood
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Black bullet proof vest
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Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
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Fucking with the mob playing in the game of death
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(Nigga game of death)
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(Verse 3)
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Black hoodie, black beanie with the black phony
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Hit target hit loud to run up on it
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Caught him slipping in the drive through without his homies
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I need a 2 piece bisquit with a side of macarone
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I want all your jewelry your money and your rims
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And all you trying to kick knowledge how do you win
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I’m a menace like Cain don’t test me nigga
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For a craf full of dollars I bless you nigga
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(Verse 4)
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I’m mortal kombat guy , bitch get over here
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Raging ruff rider, no man I fear
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Only G O D, or my m o n
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Don’t trust nobody all fam no friends
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Get gone on the spot, don’t do no lens
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Home beans on the corner, only corners I been
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Pussy nigga stand out, heroine I blend
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Pair of jeans every pocket bandz on bandz on rubber band
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(Hook)
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Goons on deck
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Shooters on deck
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Scraping through your hood
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Black bullet proof vest
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Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
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Need to set with the whole hood a bloody mess
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Shooters on deck
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Goons on deck
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Scraping through your hood
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Black bullet proof vest
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Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch
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Fucking with the mob playing in the game of death
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(Nigga game of death)
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(Verse 5)
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I ain’t even off this motherfucker
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I still cut back aiming shooting motherfuckers
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Any buy shot revolvers on round spin
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Better change with your life than playing with it
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Bitch from california, made me hard
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Traveling the world, made me harder
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Type a nigga robbin, beat your fucking daughter
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Wait me around, everywhere my auto
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(Verse 6)
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You won’t sustain your breath time to play the game of death
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I’m squeezing till it’s gone, nothing in the chamber left
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I’m from the snake pits, fake shit get him while
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He’s robbin ,while it’s droppin’
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I’m the club bout these bitches molly poppin
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I’m in that buggati squad, used to be the RTD
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Now I’m trying to pass on these niggas like I’m RG3
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Bank roll balunga, dragon game gunga
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Shooters on the roof, hit it cracking like a nun chunk
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Game Of Death
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| Yukmouth |
