Mr. Marcelo - Game Spittas lyrics

Hook x2: LeS You rolling with them game spitters Switches and Range rippers 100 Daytons on that foreign sitting low We keep it playa n***a, better ask your ho Ask your ho n***a, ask yo b**h n***a [Verse 1: Le$] Riding through the city like we can't stop Mighta seen me dropping off a b**h on your block Sunroof tinted and you can smell the gas Them n***as be hot but they don't ever last Jet Life, man you gotta deal with us forever Don't f** with them imitators we do it better Gold frames, spittin' game like I was 40-Water It ain't too many out here going harder Kicking back at the crib I'm just inhaling the smoke Trying to figure how to put some triple gold on them spokes Throw that sh** on something new Bend a corner on your b**h Know my n***as riding too And they all gonna hit a switch Still dressing like a hustler, G Nikes with them Dickies Never with the trendy sh**, all ya'll n***as looking silly We forever keep it G, just the way we was raised Man you f**ing with the players that don't ever get played Hook x2 [Verse 2: Mr. Marcelo] Far as my city you n***as know that I own it Real boss moves, I remind n***as atone it Sliding through my city, smoking on something sticky I don't f** with them n***as, I mostly ride with my b**hes Yah homie we livin, even when you don't see us So I can't blame imitators for trying to be us But I be on that high sh**, so I don't even see 'em Me and LeS in the BM, prolly catch a ride with your BM Most n***as don't understand us, so they fear it But I be smoking sh** so loud I don't even hear it But I can teach game to any n***a who catch it Triple OG boy I can teach you some lessons Now I be steppin' in my Pumas Eggshell white like they was delivered from Cuba Jet Life Ya'll n***as can get used to Real boss n***as, when you us salute us Hook x2