They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they just wanna see you suffer
Praying every day that you get smacked by a hummer
My name ain't Stevie but some times I do wonder
Will I count these numbers or will I do these numbers
Even in the winter I be chillin like it's summer drinking on this crown royal tell I be seeing double
Can you pore me up that fizzy I just wanna hear it bubble
Weaving in and out of traffic like my first name is Russle
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
Might crack the pot the way I'm holding it Cook up my goals in it
I been on a roll wit it Cops steady patrolling it
Bitch I'm still rollin in Paper thick ain't no foldin it
They ask me how I do it. I tell them put my soul in it
I Bring it to these bastards stackin paper no plastic
Bitch don't even ask me Got no room for compassion
Front on me get ya ass kicked
Smackin them niggas backwards
Filled the tank up wit gas it Prolly wont be last me
Foot on the pedal i ain't slowing down for shit
Hand on the metal never loosen up da grip
I had to prove it to myself that I'm the shit
Cuz these bums was sleeping on me like a f*ckin park bench
Wont let nobody get in the way of me and mines
Bitch I been ready to feed the town. Y'all betta read between the lines
Wont let nobody get in the way of me and mines
Bitch I been ready to feed the town Y'all betta read between the lines
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
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They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they just wanna see you suffer
Praying every day that you get smacked by a hummer
My name ain't Stevie but some times I do wonder
Will I count these numbers or will I do these numbers
Even in the winter I be chillin like it's summer drinking on this crown royal tell I be seeing double
Can you pore me up that fizzy I just wanna hear it bubble
Weaving in and out of traffic like my first name is Russle
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
Might crack the pot the way I'm holding it Cook up my goals in it
I been on a roll wit it Cops steady patrolling it
Bitch I'm still rollin in Paper thick ain't no foldin it
They ask me how I do it. I tell them put my soul in it
I Bring it to these bastards stackin paper no plastic
Bitch don't even ask me Got no room for compassion
Front on me get ya ass kicked
Smackin them niggas backwards
Filled the tank up wit gas it Prolly wont be last me
Foot on the pedal i ain't slowing down for shit
Hand on the metal never loosen up da grip
I had to prove it to myself that I'm the shit
Cuz these bums was sleeping on me like a f*ckin park bench
Wont let nobody get in the way of me and mines
Bitch I been ready to feed the town. Y'all betta read between the lines
Wont let nobody get in the way of me and mines
Bitch I been ready to feed the town Y'all betta read between the lines
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they just wanna see you suffer
Praying every day that you get smacked by a hummer
My name ain't Stevie but some times I do wonder
Will I count these numbers or will I do these numbers
Even in the winter I be chillin like it's summer drinking on this crown royal tell I be seeing double
Can you pore me up that fizzy I just wanna hear it bubble
Weaving in and out of traffic like my first name is Russle
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
Might crack the pot the way I'm holding it Cook up my goals in it
I been on a roll wit it Cops steady patrolling it
Bitch I'm still rollin in Paper thick ain't no foldin it
They ask me how I do it. I tell them put my soul in it
I Bring it to these bastards stackin paper no plastic
Bitch don't even ask me Got no room for compassion
Front on me get ya ass kicked
Smackin them niggas backwards
Filled the tank up wit gas it Prolly wont be last me
Foot on the pedal i ain't slowing down for shit
Hand on the metal never loosen up da grip
I had to prove it to myself that I'm the shit
Cuz these bums was sleeping on me like a f*ckin park bench
Wont let nobody get in the way of me and mines
Bitch I been ready to feed the town. Y'all betta read between the lines
Wont let nobody get in the way of me and mines
Bitch I been ready to feed the town Y'all betta read between the lines
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
They don't wanna see you win they don't wanna see ya goals
They just wanna see you dead a body full of holes
F*ck a whiteness and a case imma put it to ya face
Game over me? This is check mate
Writer: Danny Embry
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid