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game of death - nifty b lyrics

[intro: nifty b]
uh, ayy
reincarnated
sh*t is death gaming
p.g opp slayin’, uh

[verse 1: nifty b]
total 1, total 2, bullets runnin down my shoe
them [?], and them cullers too, the industry don’t hire fools
that p*ssy cat, this d*ck gon’ go inside her
she a filler pack
it’s a game of death, some sh*t that i’m pullin’ through with opp attacks
20 round, cry to mommy, p*ssy boy, you simmered down
talk crime sh*t, the freddy in his blood, no k.dot lamar sh*t
call ya’ am g’z, the block surrounded like a mosh pit
no heavy metal, but i keep hеavy metal on my hip, like i’m the p.d
shе tryna f*ck with nifty, it’s a lot for her to be my b
strikin’ cords (d), pop out with the rake, black coals, big 3’s
them p*ssy b*tches always tryna talk, but cry when they run into me
[bridge: nifty b]
people wonder why i ain’t trippin’ bout b*tches, cause malana was a thot
and her opp friends was mussolini reppin’

[verse 2: nifty b]
copped a clip, got rid of my mothaf*ckin’ 30
the b*tch, yeah, she a diva, but she play, and how she wordy?
if i ever raise my shoes for another n*gga, watch the jury
f*ck a courtroom
i take the hammer ‘fore one of my homies get buried
these some death games, pull up on em’, hit em’ with a death range
i shoot at em’, bullets hit his head, like they give headgame
put a posk on him, i’d mosk on em’, put cheese on it, k!lled flies on em’
lil homie switched, k!lled opps fo’ him
tuck ya’ shoulderblades, that’s a main forum
you the main target, tryna run in target, that ain’t save, b*tch
i just spent 20 thousand on a few percocets, r*kade, b*tch
shippy shop on em’, puttin’ pots on em’
i been gettin’ single checks, to gettin’ rich
where ya’ mans at when you need em’, we was like the opposite of lilo and stitch
put a prize on him, i’m a hitman, copped a piller, sh*t just for the k!ller, told em get a drop

[chorus: nifty b]
late night, tryna reach the top streak
ock*e, tellin’ fella tails, that’s a drop*speed
red skelly, turn a opp on telly, set a tock 3
shock weed, postpone an execution, death reeks
[verse 3: nifty b]
empty, pullled up to the party, it was empty
bulletholes, someone sent some hollows, they went through them holes
where’d he go, i was chasin’ him, he went incognito
fully black, but it’s not my skin, i just chill ’round black n*ggas
i saw the puncture lead us to this moment, but we still around
caught the first, but [?] was talkin’ to me
told me stick around
i had to lift my goal up, whitest rapper, kinda eminem
i’m obnoxious, pholodoctous, seen cameras all around
am i hallucinating? m*st*rbating, victory still commentating
i go up, count to 6, and you know that a 6.2 truck
f*ck a ford, driving through blocks with a broken down honcord
kia baby, she a baddie, you know i can see ya’, baby

- nifty b lyrics

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