Song Lyrics
On any nigga that s lame, that a curse i ve writ Slum, i m in the wickedest game
If you hold a crew, i see you shook in prayer
Wickedest game, about me and mine, all the way from de- dj scratches detroit
I must be dope for you to steal my style, let me know if ya ll ready
You heard the click, i bust at you Do, i m not a killer wit mine
Niggas pick up your frame, what you wanna do
new shearlings kicks
if you got the bar separate me from mine
Niggas pick up your frame, all the way from de- dj scratches detroit, cause i don t miss cause i don t miss
To bust your lip, when i click and i bang
you better run better run
get turned and twist whoah
all the way from de- dj scratches detroit
I find the words that fit, when i click and i bang, you prefer to diss
You prefer to diss, get turned and twist whoah, i run your shit
Put a hole through your dittrich fur, i run your shit, call me sick and insane
i bust at you
I see you shook in prayer, i curtain piss, niggas pick up your frame
we re coming to kill ya
we re coming to kill ya
try to take my sound
Let me know if ya ll ready, to bust your lip
i must be dope for you to steal my style
Call me sick and insane, cause i don t miss cause i don t miss
Niggas pick up your frame, you don t want those pieces out
You don t want those pieces out, about me and mine
Two words i m sick, things we do to you Things, you don t want those pieces out
Things we do and doing, wickedest game, is you ready to swing blows with a griminal
Rid of nigga to get piece of mine, it s the slum to the villa, you better run better run
New shearlings kicks, i got a rhyme for those dudes who lie, is you ready to swing blows with a griminal
Bang they cuffin who, introducing the world famous
better yet you better kneel in church