Game 3 (feat. Mari Red)

Yeah yeah game 3

Lock in bring it home

Almost to the finish

Aye Choppa hit his leg knock him down wipe his knees out

Ar Bullets sitting big ready to go through trees now

Neck shot came out his mouth now he can't breathe out

Hit it doggy style I've been pulling on her leave out, do it one time, do it good, then I skeet out

When I sign a deal, they gon' fake like we buddies

The trappers in the hood, build bonds with the custees

Gotta make it home, try to stop me, I'll crush him

My dawg right behind me, if I call, they'll flush him

I knew it wasn't real when she told me that she love me

You played with my heart, now your friend tryna suck it

I started off slow, told my people just trust me

Now I'm making' moves, so we all sitting' lovely

G-Switch let off 24 like it's Kobe

That Rollie on the wrist, in the hood, that's a trophy

Them strikers at the G-Station comin' up on Stollies

You ever try to play him on the yard, they'll poke him

A do him like he baby boy, youngins they'll choke him

I'm walkin' any beat, MLK from the east

I be clean like a trapper from the head to the feet

I know youngins in the rap, I know youngins in the streets

And they all tryna make a way, they all tryna eat

Yeah, my dog put me on shoutout to my cuz reek

Yeah, the killer hit his body, he gon' watch the blood leak

What he hit the body wit, yeah, that Glock 23

Hit his spine 5 times & he fell off his feet

Yeah, I walk in this bitch clutch on my 30

Cuz I know it ain't no love, they wanna hurt me

I want them dead, I'ma leave it up to God to show him mercy

Some couple **** should've been dead, but they ain't worth it

Me and my bitch, we goin' through it, we ain't perfect

How the fuck you love me, you wanna hurt me

Why the fuck you let me scarred like a surgery

Why the fuck you run off wit my heart like a burglary

Turn me up one time, I ain't got shit to lose

I go to war with anybody, you **** pick and choose

These **** must be out they mind, they gotta be confused

I do it for Amari and Junior, I ain't got shit to prove

My right hand gone, so how you think I feel inside

I'm grateful for my kids, the reason **** still alive

Both of my **** died, so how I'm supposed to feel alive

Oh you switching sides, play with mine, get him a suit and tie

It be crazy, you a victim of a homicide

One call, get the pistol, boy, it's time to ride

If you feelin' like your mans, then it's time to slide

Cause we all gettin' tired of seein' mamas cry

Stand up, ten toes, no suicide

This that grown man business, grab a suit and tie

Stand up, let's get it, boy, it's time to ride

They gon' hate me when I get inside the coupe and fly