Please don't put me in y'all
Please don't put me in y'all rap
Aye, please don't put me in y'all rap beef
Boy, don't make me ask your mama out
Move into your mama house
Step Dad, put belt to ass, and kick you out your mama house
I ain't playin' sides with little boys and shit for strictly key
They scared that boy would up, that's why they had to hit him while he sleep
Whoever with them boys that did that shit, I got like ten a piece
Enough bread to buy they block and make them claim a different street
Al taught me the game, ask your OG who used to flood the street
Don't play with me or bodies at the coroner like every week
Aye, plug talk, I ain't gotta pop no more
I pay the fee, but got some 4KP that I grew up with at a shoot for free
Free Jizzle, we was posted up on Essling and damn near every week
An I ain't even from the north, I'm everywhere, they f*ck with me
West side, baby, you can find me off of Genesee
Whip on 24's outside the market, Before 17
Please don't up that little cheese no more
I spent that shit on weed
Put your money where your mouth is, you wouldn't talk to me
This is not a diss, I'm sendin' warning shots to everybody
OTR the only shit I claim, it's us versus everybody
I can teach you how to hit the road and make it double back
Touchin' so much money around this bitch that I don't need to rap
I'm grown, we don't shoot at Cribs
We find out what they schedule is
Strategizin' every play we make, so ain't no evidence
Switch the whip up every week, won't see me in this 5%
All they heard is..
Don't even claim we did it
Golden Sun, Gary iced me out with all these VS1's
Wish somebody would reach for these chains, cause I'ma pop me one
Only time you boys ever touch dope is when you rap on songs
When you need a mask to cut the work, that's how you know you on
Y'all ain't never seen 200K wrapped up in cellophane
Blender, Press, Inositol will double every break you make
Butter boys could cook it on the stove or use the microwave
Rappers love claimin' they the plug aint sold a G a day
What you moved some weed today,
Copped a petty ounce from Dispo, brought it back here from the bay
Need to get a job before you find yourself stuck in the streets
I'm more than a sleep disorder, y'all couldn't even f*ck with me
Please do not let yourself go broke, tryna keep up with me
Five hundred dollar bottles in the club, y'all couldn't afford to drink
Me and Foe in Scat, we back to back, racin' down the street
Or me and Chaser sittin' somethin' foreign, thumbin' through some cheese
We be on the road, countin' ten on a light week
Please do not bring me up and put me in a rap beef
OTR Ty - Game Over Lyrics
OTR Ty - Game Over Lyrics
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Please don't put me in y'all
Please don't put me in y'all rap
Aye, please don't put me in y'all rap beef
Boy, don't make me ask your mama out
Move into your mama house
Step Dad, put belt to ass, and kick you out your mama house
I ain't playin' sides with little boys and shit for strictly key
They scared that boy would up, that's why they had to hit him while he sleep
Whoever with them boys that did that shit, I got like ten a piece
Enough bread to buy they block and make them claim a different street
Al taught me the game, ask your OG who used to flood the street
Don't play with me or bodies at the coroner like every week
Aye, plug talk, I ain't gotta pop no more
I pay the fee, but got some 4KP that I grew up with at a shoot for free
Free Jizzle, we was posted up on Essling and damn near every week
An I ain't even from the north, I'm everywhere, they f*ck with me
West side, baby, you can find me off of Genesee
Whip on 24's outside the market, Before 17
Please don't up that little cheese no more
I spent that shit on weed
Put your money where your mouth is, you wouldn't talk to me
This is not a diss, I'm sendin' warning shots to everybody
OTR the only shit I claim, it's us versus everybody
I can teach you how to hit the road and make it double back
Touchin' so much money around this bitch that I don't need to rap
I'm grown, we don't shoot at Cribs
We find out what they schedule is
Strategizin' every play we make, so ain't no evidence
Switch the whip up every week, won't see me in this 5%
All they heard is..
Don't even claim we did it
Golden Sun, Gary iced me out with all these VS1's
Wish somebody would reach for these chains, cause I'ma pop me one
Only time you boys ever touch dope is when you rap on songs
When you need a mask to cut the work, that's how you know you on
Y'all ain't never seen 200K wrapped up in cellophane
Blender, Press, Inositol will double every break you make
Butter boys could cook it on the stove or use the microwave
Rappers love claimin' they the plug aint sold a G a day
What you moved some weed today,
Copped a petty ounce from Dispo, brought it back here from the bay
Need to get a job before you find yourself stuck in the streets
I'm more than a sleep disorder, y'all couldn't even f*ck with me
Please do not let yourself go broke, tryna keep up with me
Five hundred dollar bottles in the club, y'all couldn't afford to drink
Me and Foe in Scat, we back to back, racin' down the street
Or me and Chaser sittin' somethin' foreign, thumbin' through some cheese
We be on the road, countin' ten on a light week
Please do not bring me up and put me in a rap beef
Please don't put me in y'all rap
Aye, please don't put me in y'all rap beef
Boy, don't make me ask your mama out
Move into your mama house
Step Dad, put belt to ass, and kick you out your mama house
I ain't playin' sides with little boys and shit for strictly key
They scared that boy would up, that's why they had to hit him while he sleep
Whoever with them boys that did that shit, I got like ten a piece
Enough bread to buy they block and make them claim a different street
Al taught me the game, ask your OG who used to flood the street
Don't play with me or bodies at the coroner like every week
Aye, plug talk, I ain't gotta pop no more
I pay the fee, but got some 4KP that I grew up with at a shoot for free
Free Jizzle, we was posted up on Essling and damn near every week
An I ain't even from the north, I'm everywhere, they f*ck with me
West side, baby, you can find me off of Genesee
Whip on 24's outside the market, Before 17
Please don't up that little cheese no more
I spent that shit on weed
Put your money where your mouth is, you wouldn't talk to me
This is not a diss, I'm sendin' warning shots to everybody
OTR the only shit I claim, it's us versus everybody
I can teach you how to hit the road and make it double back
Touchin' so much money around this bitch that I don't need to rap
I'm grown, we don't shoot at Cribs
We find out what they schedule is
Strategizin' every play we make, so ain't no evidence
Switch the whip up every week, won't see me in this 5%
All they heard is..
Don't even claim we did it
Golden Sun, Gary iced me out with all these VS1's
Wish somebody would reach for these chains, cause I'ma pop me one
Only time you boys ever touch dope is when you rap on songs
When you need a mask to cut the work, that's how you know you on
Y'all ain't never seen 200K wrapped up in cellophane
Blender, Press, Inositol will double every break you make
Butter boys could cook it on the stove or use the microwave
Rappers love claimin' they the plug aint sold a G a day
What you moved some weed today,
Copped a petty ounce from Dispo, brought it back here from the bay
Need to get a job before you find yourself stuck in the streets
I'm more than a sleep disorder, y'all couldn't even f*ck with me
Please do not let yourself go broke, tryna keep up with me
Five hundred dollar bottles in the club, y'all couldn't afford to drink
Me and Foe in Scat, we back to back, racin' down the street
Or me and Chaser sittin' somethin' foreign, thumbin' through some cheese
We be on the road, countin' ten on a light week
Please do not bring me up and put me in a rap beef
Writer: Ty Mason
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid