Magno - Magno & k**a lyrics

[Hook - 2x] The game is a struggle, we gotta get scrilla f** the fame it's a hustle, (it's Magno and k**a) When you see us at them shows, on 4's or 24's Pulling top notch hoes, (true hustlers get do') [Magno] This game is a hustle, but Mag's on a money plot Catch me on a hundred blocks, entourage big but nobody do the bunny hop And y'all think, the sun is hot You ain't seen sh**, I stay swarmed by a hundred bops Getting crunk, whenever they see paper Can't believe my wallet's more swoll, than A.C. Slater And yours is low like Screech, I got fo' white freaks In a black Taurus, I'm the black Zach Morris Who has a colder flow, than my sh** My whip equipped with hot sh**, radio flipping too a Motorola Sidekick When it comes to fly sh**, Magno's a pilot Since the last time that I spit, I just got harder Hop out white Tee, S dot Carter's b**h pressed away the hate, so my chest got broader The rest, got frauder My paper bubble, courtesy of the hustle n***a [Hook - 2x] [Kyleon] I'ma let the screens rain mayn, pop trunk and bang mayn Piece and chain hang, like I'm in a chain gang mayn Everytime I swang bang, k**a finna lane change Gripping on the grain, while I'm puffing on the Jane mayn On any track it's a fact, k**a bring the pain mayn To these other cats, that's trying to jack us for our slang mayn So I'ma wreck and push eject, it's time to change the game mayn And bring the noise to these boys, that's trying to claim my fame mayn I'm flyer than a plane mayn, connected like a train mayn Boss Hogg, Swishahouse we well respected in this game mayn Don't make me aim the thang mayn, and put it to your brain mayn And turn you five-dolla dudes, into a pile of change mayn k**a Kyleon flow is, hotter than a flame mayn I'm blowing up, just like a pot of hot caine mayn Sick hustle game mayn, like I need medication I keep haters heads turning, like a swanga's rotation mayn [Hook - 2x] [Magno] This is audio dope, A-1 no whip Uncut numb your tongue, after one song you sprung Inhale it hard enough, in one lung you done And that's as real as it get, I'm on the grind I'm trying to stay up in the game, I can't remain on the pine And now-a-day's a lot of n***as, hating for real Cause I'm in front of cameras with the mic, like April O'Neal That's why I stay strapped, for enemies These days even your friends'll do you in, ask Patrick Dennehey n***as swear they flow is colder than mine, before they heard it Now I got 'em sweating like Kobe Bryant, before the verdict Here's a napkin a**wipe, now pa** the mic You should of known I control the streets, like traffic lights Money stretch, like elastic right Collection Plate all flows, that's a cla**ic right ask your wife But she might just say yeah, because I smashed iight [Hook - 2x]