(Chorus)
Nigga playing the game wrong,
they telling just to come home,
10 toes down , i be holding my own .
I don’t need your weapon cause i’m holding my own ,
feelings got neglected, i’m cut throat to the bone .
I was high tryna run from my feelings ,
i was fucking over hoes who love me dearly ,
i was tryna slide on them niggas who tried to kill me ,
i been mixing up deucé with the remy.
(Hook)
how you desire , to be honest yous a big rat .
Paperwork don’t lie the black and white gonna show the big facts .
i gotta penalize em with the choppa just fa hitting that ,
but it ain’t no backing down if you swing we gon swing back.
My new bitch yea shes in what i’m into ,
she roll my weed and she except my issues ,
i know your mind fucked up , but imma fix you ,
neck on froze like my heart , imma igloo .
Big loaded that’s a big mood ,
You so noisy you suspenseful ,
In the kitchen making my wrist move.
Live life lawless , Bentley’s and Porches.
Fuck her to good , she feeling important.
I’m in the streets our feeling get ignored .
Surrend that girl , and niggas catching boards .
(Chorus)
Nigga playing the game wrong,
they telling just to come home,
10 toes down , i be holding my own .
I don’t need your weapon cause i’m holding my own ,
feelings got neglected, i’m cut throat to the bone .
I was high tryna run from my feelings ,
i was fucking over hoes who love me dearly ,
i was tryna slide on them niggas who tried to kill me ,
i been mixing up deucé with the remy.
(Hook)
My section hot , all these tryna rot .
And them people tryna throw us in the slammer to see us rot,
And these bitches only gon be screaming free you if you hot,
Every time they catch me out , have my 30 and my glock.
Bet not move for a nigga put that stick on you ,
You ain’t good at playing mirrors boy we been on you .
I ain’t never did nun that i didn’t wan do,
I ain’t never freeze up , they know that i’m gon shoot .
Read a nigga like i read a book ,
Comprehending all yo movements so i’m knowing when you tell the truth .
Popped a pill im in a better mood ,
We pop the seal whenever we get the juice ,
Do it fa Dj Scrude ,
Do it fa Otay (tay otay)
Hoping for better days,
God son but i got devil ways ,
Go to court and sing a melody,
Heard he ratted had to separate ,
(Chorus)
Nigga playing the game wrong,
they telling just to come home,
10 toes down , i be holding my own .
I don’t need your weapon cause i’m holding my own ,
feelings got neglected, i’m cut throat to the bone .
I was high tryna run from my feelings ,
i was fucking over hoes who love me dearly ,
i was tryna slide on them niggas who tried to kill me ,
i been mixing up deucé with the remy.
