Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
City James
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
City James
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Miggz
Producer
Lyrics
She treat my shit like LSD
Stamp the tip
Right between her lips
Have her slur her speech
Dick gave her dopamine
Fit had her open kneed
My smile is what had wow’d her tho
I lit the road
With my grin
From the gold in my grill
Did that 'bout a mile ago
Oh my gah
I'm God's favorite
This is nepotism
I prayed for everything I wanted
Now the blessings giving
I'm on a New Balance
Check the stripes, my ****
Aye
Free game for you bozos
The streets is a no no
Most these **** telling
And they morals be on so so
Don't have these rappers fool you
Claim they get it by the boat load
They a bunch of little plan
Glorified middle men
Tell me how they really can
Keep that in a chokehold
Go for broke!
Go for broke
Go 'til your dead
Fuck a 'no'
Marry a wife
Love ya bitch
Fuck a hoe
I'm a genius
I don't know shit
I am both
You’s a fraud
You’s a lame
You’s a joke
Ha
Go for broke
Go 'til your dead
Fuck a 'no'
Marry a wife
Love ya bitch
Fuck a hoe
I'm a genius
I dont know shit
I am both
You’s a fraud
You’s a lame
You’s a joke
Ha
Laughing at em
They ass backwards
And they shit soft
Fuck a bitch
Looking at myself
Get my dick hard
Wait...
Is that shit pause?
Way too many plays
In a day
I can not stop
Losing time
Mia getting older
Need to go MIA
New whip
Dealership
These aint no cali plates
Fuck around
And find out how these **** play
Where you from?
Outta state?
Take that **** chain
Take that **** chain
Take that **** chain
Take that **** chain...
I ain't leaving no crumbs in this bitch
Ate down
Popped a pill
And now her jaw start to clench
Bite down
I need all the bad bitches to the front right now
I need all the bad bitches to the front
I ain't leaving no crumbs in this bitch
Ate down
Popped a pill
And now her jaw start to clench
Bite down
I need all the bad bitches to the front right now
I need all the bad bitches to the front
Runnin like what's up now
Look who playin tough now
**** better duck down
‘Fore I have to buck rounds
I don't know these sus clowns
I don't know these lame ****
I can spot a fake ****
When he say he real ****
Mama told me not to trust nobody but my kinfolk
Couple years later she got robbed my uncle
Now her baby older and i'm tripping, so who won't smoke
Now her baby older with my **** at yo front door
Go for broke!
Go for broke!
Go for broke!
Go for broke! Go for broke! Go for broke!
Go for broke!
Written by: City James