Step Yo Game Up (feat. Jarren Benton & Tory Lanez)

Dizzy Wright

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    [Hook: x2]
    Hell nah we ain't change up
    Throwing dirt on my name huh?
    Niggas mad cause they ain't nothing
    We came up, niggas better step they game up
    Fuck these haters, fuck these pussy niggas hatin
    Fuck these haters, Fuck these haters
    Fuck these pussy niggas hatin

    [Verse 1:]
    I can't trust none of these niggas
    Can't trust none of these hoes
    I hate thirsty niggas more than thirsty bitches, tryin to run around like my bro
    Ya'll niggas don't know me, seen a baby boy like Jerry
    Niggas addicted to bitches and Rollies
    We done been gifted with a nice little mistress
    After work like Kobe
    Put in work to put my foot in first
    Doin this shit without tryin hard
    Talkin game cause I'm good with words
    Designer shit ain't always gonna hide your flaws
    When it's time I'll come, you can sign me up
    I'm Kanye with no time to talk
    In my position, what makes the difference is I could hang and you traffic partner
    I'm slow ridin without crossin over
    Doin me and everything I do
    I see ya'll glorify lame niggas
    But we could keep that between me and you
    See my view and I ain't seeing nothing nice
    Pump yo brakes, you gon be a frontin fo life
    On stage I flush the fret and cough the mic
    Damn this must be life, cut the lights
    Solo, dolo they can't see that
    First to do it, they can't beat me
    They struggling, we tryna get out the city
    With a reason, got busy and make this shit look easy
    I ain't tryna be the only nigga on
    But I'm the only nigga on
    So if you came up when you step to the throne, my niggas requested this song

    [Hook: x2]
    Hell nah we ain't change up
    Throwing dirt on my name huh?
    Niggas mad cause they ain't nothing
    We came up, niggas better step they game up
    Fuck these haters, fuck these pussy niggas hatin
    Fuck these haters, Fuck these haters
    Fuck these pussy niggas hatin

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    [Verse 2:]
    Bitch I got one rule
    That you don't fuck with T Argentina
    Orangina smoke, I don't need to talk, I just need to club million
    I want bad hoes and more millions chill
    I'm in a bath robe before billions chill
    I fuck ratchet hoes and civilians
    I will give no fucks for coke dealin
    Boy I give a fuck about you
    And you sucker nigga, every ditch a hatin
    Get a blood for props
    Girl I know you bitchin, give a fuck about her
    I fuckin doubt it
    But she fuckin bout it
    Alright now fuck around and fuck her down
    And I don't give a fuck about it
    Cause yo niggas really crossed the line
    Of course you bitch I brought my list
    It cross yo mind
    Yo action bitch, she off the line
    I pop my whip, cross the street and pop the trunk and cross the line
    You more than down
    I'm in a mourning
    Catch yo mom starin at the morning
    Lookin sadder than an awful grine
    I'm on the corner, you niggas say you fuck my bitch in the head
    Well of course you're lyin, of course you try it on me
    It don't really mean that getting clean
    All my niggas like amphetamines and my enemies
    They don't really wanna get on the same shit as Mimi and Dizzy Wright
    Dizzy titties which is likely to shit nigga
    Know I ride round with a group of ditch diggers
    Where I'm from you ain't ridin you bitch nigga
    I will get you fuckin top floor on the trunk of my whip nigga

    [Hook: x2]
    Hell nah we ain't change up
    Throwing dirt on my name huh?
    Niggas mad cause they ain't nothing
    We came up, niggas better step they game up
    Fuck these haters, fuck these pussy niggas hatin
    Fuck these haters, Fuck these haters
    Fuck these pussy niggas hatin

    [Verse 3:]
    I came from the gutta nigga inside
    Made me some role models I can be like
    My nigga sleep all night but I sweep lights
    Then I move into a piece of phone of my device
    I need this on my feet, nigga this tight
    They kinda make me feel like I can leave right
    I think God put me on this, have to murder everything inside
    I can't believe the fuckin nerve of these guys
    Jesus
    Ste yo fuckin game up
    Death to them haters, told me Darren didn't change up
    Got them niggas creepin on it,
    Stay dog, they sick to the stomach
    If they see me, yea my nigga dance and came up
    I never gave one shit, let along two
    Fuck niggas they were 3k, it ain't talkin cool
    So whippin in a new truck, popped up
    Smooth on my dick, getting lubed up and cool cause I too slipped
    Yea, Mr. Benton, that's the name hoe
    I'm old school like shell throws to kangos
    You a bitch, you like hangin over rainbows
    I'm psychopathic bitch, I fell with the derange slow
    Put you in the back of a de rainblo
    I got that in case them niggas wanna tango
    If they still movin motherfucker
    It's the takeover, Dizzy would you let these fuckin lames go?

    [Hook: x2]
    Hell nah we ain't change up
    Throwing dirt on my name huh?
    Niggas mad cause they ain't nothing
    We came up, niggas better step they game up
    Fuck these haters, fuck these pussy niggas hatin
    Fuck these haters, Fuck these haters
    Fuck these pussy niggas hatin

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    Composición: Jarren J Benton, Kato y Dizzy Wright

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