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Past 7 Days
Game Six was discovered most frequently at around 5 seconds into the song during the past week

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Lyrics

Fuck it, I'ma keep that bitch natural, **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** got hit up, same month
So don't lack, before yo' ass end up in the same blunt (****)
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 **** ain't fuckin' with me, but I know that they tryin' (bang)
Don't nobody mind they bidness, that's why all these **** 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'
****, 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
**** 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, ****
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
Written by: Isaiah Simmons, Jayden Whittier-Jones
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