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yatta - fair game lyrics

[intro: yatta]
(division)
(young chris on the beat)
gang (yeah, it’s fair game)
yeah, corkoland crazy, n+gga

[chorus: yatta]
it’s fair game on his chain if he ain’t one of us
i just hit a stain, but i’m lookin’ for another one
winners only remembered, lil’ n+gga, f+ck a runner+up
so them p’s in your chain look like a double up
so i doubled up, n+gga

[verse 1: yatta]
n+ggas say i’m dumb as f+ck, talkin’ ’bout, “let’s knuckle up”
headshot, watch his knees buckle up
she ate the d, i told that b+tch to leave, she looked stuck
b+tch, please, you ain’t talkin’ cheese, don’t look dumb
broke b+tch gets no respect where i’m from
i’m in the ‘jects, catch a body, get some respect where i’m from
f+ck a friend, do it to the neck where i’m from
chase a n+gga down his own ‘jects where i’m from
they like, “that lil’ n+gga talk sh+t”
well, best believe that lil’ n+gga spark sh+t
mini ar+15, carbon
proceed with caution, hit the driver side, watch his car spin, n+gga
[chorus: yatta & ice]
it’s fair game on his chain if he ain’t one of us (gang, corkoland, corkoland crazy)
i just hit a stain, but i’m lookin’ for another one
winners only remembered, lil’ n+gga, f+ck a runner+up (n+gga, f+ck a runner+up, n+gga, yatta, watch this, n+gga)
so them p’s in your chain look like a double up (n+gga, like a double up, n+gga, alright)
so i doubled up, n+gga

[verse 2: ice]
thirty rounds in that glock, i’m ’bout to f+ck it up (f+ck it up)
twenty bands in my pocket, watch me double up (bands)
before you hate on next man, step your hustle up (n+gga)
these 5.56s and this n+gga tryna knuckle up (what?)
even the oppositions knowin’ they can’t f+ck with us (huh?)
push up on his whip with this chop and make him cover up (bah, bah, bah, bah)
what you mean? we them n+ggas, y’all can’t f+ck with us (can’t)
i just hit a stain, but i’m lookin’ for another one (i’m lookin’ for another one)
start some rap beef, n+gga, then we showin’ up (n+gga)
knock you down behind stage, then we pourin’ up (bah, bah, bah)
she out here bustin’ h+lla dates, tryna run it up (thottie)
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no thot unless she hoin’ up (gang, gang)

[chorus: yatta]
it’s fair game on his chain if he ain’t one of us (skrrt)
i just hit a stain, but i’m lookin’ for another one
winners only remembered, lil’ n+gga, f+ck a runner+up
so them p’s in your chain look like a double up
so i doubled up, n+gga
[verse 3: yae]
grab your cheese for the steaks and the grams
big buddha on my neck got me feelin’ like the man
is you hoin’ or you bullsh+ttin’, lil’ mama? what’s the plan?
’cause i don’t f+ck with project hoes, a n+gga tryna win
bend the corner, my n+gga filthybandz on her friend
checkin’ chicken on a b+tch neck, i really get it in
better boss your life up if you ain’t never seen ten
man, these hoes come and go, so i ain’t stressin’ in the end
i done ran h+lla hoes from the mo to moran
let yatta get the b+tch, tear it off and run it in
i don’t f+ck with project hoes, a n+gga tryna win
i don’t f+ck with project hoes, a n+gga tryna win

- yatta lyrics

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