A lot ft. King Solid Lyrics

Game of love we play

It's like a different kind of game of love each day

And the feeling comes so fast

The words will never last

Till the end of the road

As we're miles apart

We don't cut, we passin' hoes

Got big racks, now I pray for those

I just want my pockets stuffed with blues

Yeah, we chasin' those

I feel like it's nothin' I can't lose

Why you hatin' for

I fucked up a lot

Took risks for what I got

Pockets filled with knots

You tried that shit, you shot

I ran that shit back up again

I did that shit a lot

I fucked up now I'm up again

You crazy if you plaque

I done got my bag up

Poppin' all these racks blue

Nigga back, not tryin' nothin

Play, bitch, we gon' smack you

Nigga think shit sweet, we drop a bag

See what them racks do

Nigga play with me, just know it sucks

Soon as I catch you

I been in the streets for real

Everyday new dollar bills

They don't know how this shit feel

Came from nothin', we used to pill

We was out there takin' shit, bitch

We ain't never still

I throw back an adder

Grab my double cup and pop a seal

I get in my mode

Chasin' paper, I ain't chasin' hoes

Bitches on my dick, but I don't cuff em

I just fuckin' go

She get lit when I pop ball

To tell your hoe come drive the boat

I might just want an idol

But she know the highway play a role

She say she want a new coat

I say I just want some thoat

I know she a freak for sure

But y'all know I can't cuff her though

Niggas droppin' salt

Don't even know that hoe keep showin' me

All these niggas actin' just like bitches

Ain't no ho in me

Forever silent till my casket close

We don't cuff, we passin' hoes

Got big racks, now I pray for those

I just want my pocket stuffed with blues

Yeah, we chasin' hoes

I feel like it's nothin' I can't lose

Why you hatin' hoes

I fucked up a lot

Took risks for what I got

Pockets filled with knots

You tried that shit, you shot

I ran that shit back up again

I did that shit a lot

I fucked up, now I'm up again

You crazy if you plaid

I just want an M&M's

Play crazy, we shoot him and him

I go on the road and make them racks

Then I get the trim

Play with us, we take a limb

Pair the ball, bro, at the rim

Hoes on me, my pocket fat

They weren't around when they was slim

I think that shit crazy

Nigga broke, he lazy

They askin' me why I go hard

Because that street shit made me

Every day I'm doin' fraud

I'm with it if it pay me

And every night I talk to God

I know I been trippin' lately

Cause I can't crash out

I just took so many pills

I might just pass out

And nigga don't know how I feel

I might just spaz out

When the fuck he wanna smoke

I put his ass out

I want that shit, I cash out

Pull up, now we blast out

All these bitches wanna use niggas

I done really stepped on shit so much

I think my shoes is bigger

I just dropped a Lego in my stick

I don't even use a pillow

If that shit is sick, fake or lit

Then I'll do it with you

Nigga hoe, we abusing

Forever silent till my cash is closed

We don't cut, we passin' hoes

Got big racks, now I pray for those

I just want my pocket stuffed with blues

Yeah, we chasin' hoes

I feel like it's nothin' I can't lose

Why you hatin' for

I fucked up a lot

Took risks for what I got

Pockets filled with knots

You tried that shit, you shot

I ran that shit back up again

I did that shit a lot

I fucked up, now I'm up again

You crazy if you play

Crazy bitch