Lil 2jay - Married To The Game Lyrics

I could've been rich a long time ago
But I got married to this Glock
So I had to go stick me a ho
They kicked my brother outside the crib
The bags at the door (like why he had to go?)
Like why he had to go?, like why?, like why?
Lowkey I might be off the dope
Sad in toes, inside the four
He throwin' lean outside his cup
Act flowin' out the roof
That's your bitch, we snatch her up
You snooze you lose now she in my room
(She doing her thang)
I swept up like some trash with my broom (oh come here)
This Glock like Mike Tyson, he got hit up
He went to the ground (he did)
That's your bitch, I just scoop her up
In the lost and found
I been on the block, beat it up we sellin' pounds
Bitch keep talkin' out her mouth like
Thick bitch just turn around (just turn around)
I been trapin' every night, I keep Jesus in my sight
Geek bitches be tryna f*ck on a nigga cause he rich
Diamonds on my wrist now these bitches want me
Ion like this niggas or the ho's like I'm Chief Keef
I got Jesus on my right, and I got this angels on my back
And if these niggas tryna run up on me, they gon' get hit with that scrap
I ain't complainin' pleasin' shit, all y'all niggas really be cap
It's just me and my niggas, I'm put the gang on the map (gang)
I could've been rich a long time ago
But I got married to this Glock
So I had to go stick me a ho
They kicked my brother outside the crib
The bags at the door (like why he had to go?)
Like why he had to go?, like why?, like why?