Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Game, artist - Only The Family. Date of issue: 20.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Game |
| (Know I’m in this motherfucker with all members in this bitch |
| You know? |
| We on our OTF shit, ya heard? |
| Helluva made this beat, baby |
| King Von, know what I’m sayin'? |
| Got Sada on this motherfucker Booka, man… |
| Know what I’m sayin'?) |
| I counted bloody money with my Lous on (Lous on) |
| I came a long way from a futon (Futon) |
| My uncle caught a body, got an elbow (Elbow) |
| Always listenin' to the gang inside my headphones (Yeah) |
| And I took you back when you was dead wrong |
| I lost my cousin to cold blood, I keep my head strong (Head strong) |
| You can’t 'tray the gang, we know that you told |
| Graduation to funerals |
| Ecstasy opened my pupils |
| Bust down Patek, got three Rols |
| You ever seen four killas in a two-door? |
| Durk ridin' with his people |
| I’m the heart of my city and I ride with Tee Grizzley |
| In my DM talkin' to Nicki |
| A hundred bands, you make the news |
| 'Cause you know I can not lose |
| 'Cause I know they tryna get me |
| Sing to your bitch, still I’ll murk a nigga |
| Yeah I seen, still I’ll hurt you, just like burnin' 'em |
| Drop your top like Ice Cube in his first film |
| I was stompin' niggas out in my first Timbs |
| Got your girl with me, trappin' 'til the boy gone |
| She gon' suck dick and chew pills 'til her voice gone |
| Four-five give him body shots like Roy Jones |
| Foreign whip with the tinted windows, pull a drum out it |
| Pull up to your baby mama’s house, knock your son out it |
| When the opps don’t shoot back, it take the fun out it |
| Them niggas gon' miss, I don’t miss, I knock blood out you |
| Booka say you can’t touch me or it’s hammer time |
| I can’t get caught with no straps or it’s slammer time |
| Quadruple cup of good syrup like Aunt Jemim' |
| Load up my chopsticks, I’ma take my time |
| I’ma kill a nigga if I want to, it ain’t no crime, huh |
| Told that lil' bitch, «Don't suck me up if you ain’t catchin'"(Don't) |
| Took a whole hour just to count up all the Jeffersons |
| Everybody rich and shoot that bitch but we ain’t Steph and them |
| He chased his wife like, «I'm fuckin' you up if you just left with him» |
| Killas on retainers like defense attorneys |
| They gon' slide with them cutters, you won’t live through the surgery |
| Pop a bean, do a bad bitch, dirty (Bitch, shut up) |
| She like, «Boy, you almost murked me, you can’t fuck me off them Perkys» |
| Get that work out just like burpees, play with me, savages lurking |
| I don’t play bitch, I be working, you can’t ride the wave, no surfing |
| In the hood passin' out turkeys |
| Don’t waste your time sendin' threats, we not worried (We ain’t worried) |
| Hit your mommy with the sure fire, nigga |
| Lace your daddy with the sure fire, nigga |
| I got some niggas who are really strappin' with us |
| You niggas really don’t wanna creep in them bushes |
| I’ma fuck her first, then Durk gon' fuck her second |
| Girly gettin' mad 'cause we too fuckin' reckless |
| And I got a bad ho and she keep on testin' |
| Me that she want but her nigga tryna test me |
| Diamonds on my neck and they shinin' |
| Where the fuck was you when I was grindin'? |
| Wait, bitch, I’m still grindin' |
| He got the bust down, perfect timin' |
| I got the lil' freaky ho whinin' |
| G shine, I shine and you shinin' |
| See you other fuck niggas, we poppin' |
| I’ma up the bitch and bust, no options |
| Oh Lord, I got bitches, I got options |
| Pop a Xan, hit a nigga, bust his noggin |