YBC Fayzo - Game On Lyrics

We in the van 5 deep w the straps on
This a banger it's yo bitch favorite trap song
Back on gangster shit nigga game on
He kissed a hoe on the same lips I came on

Aye, aye where the f*ck my strap
I ain't never seen so many pussy niggas on the map
Screaming gang on the camera
But they'll never shoot a cap
Man this lifestyle they claim it's not for them and that's a fact

Y'all niggas lame if y'all tryna throw some fists
It's even worse if y'all niggas try to throw it for a bitch
The realist niggas that I ever seen walk with sticks
They ain't blind they just ready for a nigga talking shit

Twitter talking but they never in the streets
I'm so cold on the track but I'm still clutching with the heat
Late night got a mask on this ain't trick or treat
Tryna blow a nigga brains got the aim at his teeth

Ran up money but naw man ain't shit change
Niggas acting tough but on gang boy they bitch made
Switch lanes on my mama with a switch blade
Catch an opp chopper singing like it's Rick James

Bitches switching up quick but it's cool
Lobbing bitches to my brother call that shit an alley oop
Any nigga want smoke we gone shoot
Want beef with my brother then u get the whole crew

I can't cuff a thot bitch I can't hit those
They just want a nigga dick cause his wrist froze
Who want smoke we gone pull up in a whip hoe
And send shots drive by through that window

Aye, aye I'm a top dog
Let it be known i'm that man w the drop top
I could pull up solo and shoot yo top off
Take yo bitch make that hoe take her top off

Got a new whip niggas know it's a steamer
Niggas make me sick boy I think I gotta fever
I just want the head simp nigga u can keep her
I only wanted neck when I got it I delete her

Been with the streets cause I gave this shit my life yeah
Freshman year catch me walkin with that knife yeah
I had some problems but i know that shit ain't right yeah
But I still carry round that pump and that shit bite yeah

Lost a lot of these niggas don't ask me how I feel
Just pass the blunt and mind yo business tryna get a mill
It was some days where my momma couldn't cook a meal
And at 14 young niggas out here doing drills

Bitch
So don't tell me how it go
Balling like 2k that's what I spent on my clothes
Had to make some money but that shit came with some hoes
Cut a bitch off like yo ex did yo clothes

Just hit yo niggas yeah we winning u can check the score
Ain't wanna do it but u niggas thinking I'm a hoe
I became different ever since I seen my brother go
But I can't fold 40 so damn loud it's like a stereo

For all my niggas that I f*ck with I'm gone pop out
Rip my young niggas I'm gone see them when I clock out
Never box again I always got this glock out
For my niggas that's locked I'm tryna take that lock out

I bounced out dipped as f*ck in the rental
Tell u bout my life you would think a nigga mental
I got, two faces a young nigga need a medal
I ain't sell my soul but I'm fighting with the devil

We in the van 5 deep w the straps on
This a banger it's yo bitch favorite trap song
Back on gangster shit nigga game on
He kissed a hoe on the same lips I came on