Carl Armada & mr.eyezlow - SPECIAL GAME

Hmm
Hey
Yeah
Steady on the grind for the peso
Tryna get rich and then lay low
Tryna hit my dougie in a range rove
We be on go cause I say so
Steady on the grind for the peso
Tryna get rich and then lay low
Tryna hit my dougie in a range rove
We be on go cause I say so
Get high with the homies & I break bread
Ouuu,
I'm still stucc up in my head
If you see me holla yee & throw a peace sign
Talk to the homies holding up & he gon be fine
Think I'm too busy running out of patience
I call lil baby & I ask her how her day went
Nite time or day shift I'm on the same shit
They be really faking told my bro it's time to lane switch
Hey bitch how could you really just hate this
Jump in yo range get in yo vibe, go head & play this
It would Bnice if I could go head bring my brothers bacc
I feel like Cez I get the pape an I'ma double that
 I been climbing out the rubble
Ima get it back in doubles
I been dodging all these troubles in my way hoe
Raf simons on my bag, Margiela on my pants
In my thrift store dior when I change clothes
I shine like suns
I shine like diamonds on the neck in the winter when the chain glow
My aura all gold like mango
We going to the places where you can't go
Places that you can't go
I'm on yo head like kangols
Get booted for the bankroll
I can't fucc with lames hoes
You can't match my tempo
I'm Fast like that rental
The game extra special can't make clones
Steady on the grind for the peso
Tryna get rich and then lay low
Tryna hit my dougie in a range rove
We be on go cause I say so
Steady on the grind for the peso
Tryna get rich and then lay low
Tryna hit my dougie in a range rove
We be on go cause I say so

Written by:
Jeryme Holguin, Carl Arriola

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