game winners
Singer: boogie wit da hoodie, a
shit y'all just started doin' ain't new to us nigga
that's old money
said they been waitin' for it right?
know they been waitin' for it
don
boogie
what up nigga?
comin' up with the same niggas
i went broke
came up with the same niggas
when that last card hit that's a game winner
drink sippers and i mix it with the painkillers
paid niggas
small hood full of gravediggers
make moves
pay dues
nigga stay true
same crew
bitching and switching is what i can't do
drivin' and my paint new
got me swervin' all over the curb is what that drank do
still avoiding the state troops
hit the i-95 with a half tank
make a stop at cvs just to grab blanks
came from that milk crate
talkin' 'bout them corner nights
had to get my daughter right
ain't leavin' 'til it's morning light
rolling dice and pouring pints
never the sober type
say you sold the price
get your block ate on a motorbike
pussy niggas all alike
that's why we ignore the hype
i let this 40 ring
40 days
40 nights
i'm a cold nigga
lyrics make your soul shiver
dust fiends looking for water
i bring the whole river
you looking for your daughter
i'm on the road with her
fresh out the trap
dropping o's on the stove with her
i went broke
came up with the same niggas
when that last card hit that's a game winner
drink sippers and i mix it with the painkillers
paid niggas
small hood full of gravediggers
you think i changed nigga?
hah
i'm still the same nigga
i'm with my gang
you call them goons
i call them gravediggers
when i was locked down
made me feel like a slave nigga
i'm a boogie wit da hoodie and a chain nigga
now i'm ballin' like harden
yeah this a game winner
game winner
rocket on me like i'm james nigga
hanging out the window with it
asking what you claim nigga
don't you try to play with us
got some dubs with me
i'm with a nigga who might go shoot up the club for me
poppin' bottles in the club and i ain't old enough
whoever thought it'd be like this when i was growing up
she know what's up
she sucking dick while i'm rolling up
don't hold me up
get a bank card and open up
you know it's us when you see designer from toe and up
we blowing up
my nigga we really blowing up
my dough is up
ain't know where to put it
i couldn't fold it up
ten thou' in my balmains just to hold 'em up
switch lanes to that fast lane
try to slow me up
big chains
i need mad chains cause my throat is up
i went broke
came up with the same niggas
and when that last card hit that's a game winner
game winner
change on my niggas
i ain't ever change on my niggas
fuck the fame
fuck the bitches
i ain't never ever change
no way
no way
i ain't ever change on my niggas
no way
i ain't ever change for the bitches uh uh