ChopGodLewi - Games lyrics

[Verse: NizzMey] I get on a beat and I'm f**ing reckless, n***as houses are my f**ing neckless n***as always wanna talk about how a n***a try hard there is no practice Laying down the records like they a matress, Stunting on these n***as heat is drastic Cutting n***as up in peaces kid, have yo mans stuck up like a f**ing cactus Yeah these n***as wanna be some trappers but they fake as hell and they know they actors Leave a young n***a wetted down now his blood is leaking out of him backwards I remember when I had nothing, so I had to turn that nothing into something n***as stay complaining bout some f** sh**, Really n***a I could buy your cousin NizzMey b**h I do my hustling, Moving dope I don't do that thug sh** And I pray to god because honestly I was headed down that road to all that crunk sh** Leaving n***as be do not get rough kid, I'll shoot ya whole block up no discussion Pistol whip ya b**h and tell her s** my dick and after I done gave her a concussion Street n***a b**h do not be fussing, Drag you by the weave and shoot ya husband I was really with them gang sh**s had to step back cause that sh**s disfunctioned I gotta give it to Dine'ro he a street n***a always up to something n***as thinking softy NizzMey, b**h you know what's up I'll change that sh** real quickly bruh, Nut up all up in yo b**hes gut Leave you with the kid, drown him in his fit, GraaaGraaa to your fitted Now you f** n***as ain't speaking b**h what happen to that sh** you's spitting? [Hook: J4yDiZz1e] b**h you think this is a game, b**h you think this is a game? n***a your whole crew is lame, we'll shoot your whole team up no aim