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(Surf Gang, bitch) (Ayo, J6, turn that up) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Life ain't a game for me, nigga, but maybe for you If I call up my shooter, he spamming R2 Opp in the morning, we waking up early, we spinning right now, we ain't spinning at two Walk with that sprayground, you know ain't no books in the bag, you know that I'm keeping that tool All my old friends, they mad at me 'cause I got up like I stepped on a stool Niggas on Snapchat saying they proud of me, niggas ain't said nothing to me in school I know my teachers is proud of me, lil' black nigga who always would talk We finna run in his pockets, we taking that shit, piece of bacon, that boy a piece of pork I had to hop on a drill beat, show these lil' niggas how we do that shit in New York Niggas, they found out New York had the sauce when they heard that big Pop Smoke Bitch, I feel like SB in them Carti's, you know when I got 'em on, I don't wanna talk Shoot up the party, I'm leaving that shit like a quarantine, one false move, that boy gotta go Youngest in charge, pulling they cards, walk up, slide in the car (Slide in the car) We catch him walking, bet he regret all that shit he was talking (Shit he was talking) Tryna go against me, that's a forfeit (Forfeit) These VV's on faucet (On faucet) 22 the king of New York, bitch (22 the king of New York) So much Louis, I need an endorsement (Hold on, hold on) If I call up my stepper, he knocked out his shoes (If I call up my stepper, he knocked out his shoes) My diamonds, they dancing, he reaching, I'm back on the news (Boom-boom-boom, back on the news) If I use the revolver, they won't have a clue (They won't have a clue) SongtextePick a side, ain't no playing the middle so you better choose (So you better pick, pussy) They gon' do it for free, I ain't paying no shooters (I ain't paying no shooters, hell no, paying no shooters) She said she tryna eat, threw that bitch in an Uber Screaming out jugg like that nigga Scooter (Jugg, jugg, jugg, bands, bands) She give māthā, brain like a tutor (Māthā, māthā, māthā, māthā) Life ain't a game for me, nigga, but maybe for you If I call up my shooter, he spamming R2 Opp in the morning, we waking up early, we spinning right now, we ain't spinning at two Walk with that sprayground, you know ain't no books in the bag, you know that I'm keeping that tool All my old friends, they mad at me 'cause I got up like I stepped on a stool Niggas on Snapchat saying they proud of me, niggas ain't said nothing to me in school I know my teachers is proud of me, lil' black nigga who always would talk We finna run in his pockets, we taking that shit, piece of bacon, that boy a piece of pork I had to hop on a drill beat, show these lil' niggas how we do that shit in New York Niggas, they found out New York had the sauce when they heard that big Pop Smoke Bitch, I feel like SB in them Carti's, you know when I got 'em on, I don't wanna talk Shoot up the party, I'm leaving that shit like a quarantine, one false move, that boy gotta go Keep that, keep that Grah, grah That's hard Aus Songtexte Mania