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trdee - game over lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
money on the floor, then i’m
yeah, yeah, okay

[verse]
money on the floor then i’m to it like the hedgehog
told the shooter slide, when you slide, knock his head off
all these f+ckin’ giffies in my pocket, where my eggnog?
doin’ all that barkin’, boy, you gon’ end up a dead dog
oh my god, come get your b+tch, can’t get her off of me
gotta stay strapped just for the n+ggas tryna plot on me
boy, i’m in kentucky with that chicken, got a lot on me
i can show you how to go and get it if you follow me
show my lil’ n+gga how to punch, now he go tеn
if i shoot my shot at your b+tch, it’s gon’ go in
in the club feelin’ good, snuck the pole in
i’ma makе it to the top and let my bros in
you keep thinkin’ life a game until it’s game over
with a baddie smokin’ on some opps in a range rover
man, i’m known from coast to coast, i just ain’t local
came a long way from askin’ grannies, “what is your social?”
you down bad all on tinder tryna get some p+ssy
better ask around, i’m the vet, i’m not no f+ckin’ rookie
what the f+ck did you put in this pack? this is not no cookie
i ain’t even in the mood to dance, chain like to boogie
chopper got a scope and the grip, glock got a fully
if you say she loyal, why the f+ck is she respondin’ to me?
kinda feel like kevin porter jr., got a rocket on me
and i’m ridin’ ’round with some n+ggas that’ll pop you for me
b+tch bad, every time i see her i’ma get a woody
hit it good, when she leave, i bet she tryna steal my hoodie
i ain’t even have to buy her liquor, she be drinkin’ [?]
had to smack it out her had, she tried to pass it to me
glock got thirty, shot eleven, millie bobby brown
took her on a trip ’cause she ain’t never been out of town
baby wanna be my gravity, say she gon’ hold me down
i think she a pro, she in here tryna go another round
tryna knock me out with that wop, you ain’t floyd, ho
i can tell by how the way you act, you for sure broke
white buffs, lookin’ like a n+gga finna snort coke
i won’t never put my trust in you, you’ll for sure choke
[part ii]

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
sh+t
sh+t
(f+ck with ’em, bill)
okay
(d+mn, jakesand)

[verse]
it kinda feel like n+ggas wanna see me lose (f+ck)
that’s why i’m by myself thumbin’ through some blues (sh+t)
hit him in his top, i’m tryna see it ooze
all her friends tens, make it hard to choose (f+ck)
if i’m in the rental, it’s a foreign and we d+gg+n’ it
i’ll pass lil’ baby if she choosin’, i ain’t hoggin’ it
grab her hand when she givin’ head, i want all of it
takin’ a couple jacks of sh+ttyboyz starter kit
you wake up d+ck suckin’, you ain’t even brush your t++th yet
i just touched down in kansas city, where the chiefs at?
no, you cannot win by yourself, where your team at?
if i shoot my shot at your b+tch, i’m gon’ green that
exterminatin’ sh+t, come through and get you gone quick
turn eighteen and i ain’t think he on some grown sh+t
don’t believe you gettin’ all this money, you don’t own sh+t
and now i’m thinkin’ ’bout it, you ain’t even got your own whip
lame+ass, broke+ass corn ball
2022 gladiator, sn+tched the doors off
2023, i’m comin’ harder than a virgin
droppin’ home, blowin’ zaza, got me swervin’
you be talking like you in the field, what, you nervous?
all this chicken on me, i should open up a church’s
i know the feelin’, feelin’ like you ain’t sh+t but worthless
but then i scammed your granny and found out my purpose
[outro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(f+ck with ’em, bill)
(d+mn, jakesand)

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