TOURNAMENT ft. $quidnice Lyrics

I put that boy n' a pack

Mix it with his mans

Who want to match

Mixy with the tan

You play with ya life

You won't get it back

I got two guns

Keep em' attached

My dope put these feens

On the back

Pop two beans now I

Need to relax

She fell on her face

When I hit from the back

Damn damn he pussy

Why he want to chat

Paranoia I sleep with a gat

Carry pieces where ever I'm at

I ain't tryna keep the peace

I'm in the streets

And i'm feening to clap

Mob ties he getting whacked

Niggas ain't shooting

Like me that's a fact

Niggas be telling they story

It's fiction

I'm bout to Maury these bitches

Owe me money damn

They all gone be missing

I got a beam so I score

From a distance

Three pointer all these

Jewels ain't come from

A oyster i'm a go shoot

At his conscious Joyner

Fucking this bitch

And her friend gonna

Join us

To much work I got to

Pick up the floor

I'm in love with

Kicking in the door

I even rob niggas

If they poor

Make sure he ain't got

Nothing no more

Me and Nizzle going to

Cop everything in the store

Fan bitch touching my dick

While a nigga perform

Stick up everybody on the floor

Yea

I'm good where i'm at

Put my town on the map

These niggas be talking

They king

They king of of they this

And they king of they that

Boy you can't be rat

The streets tell the facts

Got to watch who you call

Friend these niggas be cap

Yea yea

I knew a little nigga woke

Said he never going to lack

Took a nap at his friends

House never woke

He got shot in the back

With the rilla niggas

Them the gang members

Never switched up

Them my same niggas

Free money bags out the

Bing nigga only thing

Changed is my change bigger

I put that boy n' a pack

Mix it with his mans

Who want to match

Mixy with the tan

You play with ya life

You won't get it back

I got two guns

Keep em' attached

My dope put these feens

On the back

Pop two beans now I

Need to relax

She fell on her face

When I hit from the back

These niggas broke

And unfortunate

She suck my dick

Now her mouth

Is a orphanage

Niggas get stretched out

Like a accordion

Niggas get shot and

They change what the

Story is

Trap house valedictorian

We hang them up like a

Ornament if I unlock

My door bitches storming

In I make them fight to

The death like a tournament