Stevo - Game 7 (feat. Cliff)

I ball hard game seven uhh
Had to teach these niggas lessons uhh
Try me send him to heaven uhh
better pray to god like reverends uhh
That hoe call me I pick her up
Only scoop her so we can fuck
All the 30s got me stuck
Drop the xans in my sippy cup
Say Stevo you gotta be smarter
know you got the sauce like tarter
Take drugs everyday go harder
You gone end up like a martyr
I fucks moms,sisters and daughters
But I am not your father
But that pussy got slaughtered
And hell yeah she got that water
Ball hard like MVP
Everybody envy me
Got push start don’t need no key
I Swing wood like MLB
Keep the choppa NLE
Make ya bitch get on her knees
Yeah she swallowed all of me
She was off that Hennessy
But she been wantin me
Plotting and she stalkin me
She say please go follow me
I hit her once then I delete
got on her phone and then she tweet
She was salty not so sweet
I Say Hoe Im sorry please
But I had to trick no treat
Ballin like Kobe
I ice out my homie
You fake you phony
You suite like Cody
Count ya blessings
Fore I load this weapon
It’s a smith & Wesson
And it shoot like Kevin
Shoot you wit lazers
I’m Ballin like lakers
ya bitch I take her
To my crib that’s a acre
Next is the weddin
Hope you learn ya lesson
You Go against me
I ball hard game Seven
I’m in the Stu
Now I’m back at it
Feel like I need it like ima crack addict
Treatin these niggas like treatin bad habits
I pull up on shorty and Beatin her back in
And if I am happy I’m leaving my jacket
Better not ask me cuz it will not happen
Who are Likin rn with this rappin shit
Said that she fuck with my sound and how fast it is
I just dropped dick in a bitch now I’m passin it
I just took it off the hip now I’m blasting it
You can keep cappin and act like I’m average
I can fall back and pull up with a badder bitch
She shakin ass and I’m lookin how fat it is
The blacker the berry I’m in love wit that ratchet shit
Makin that flip disappear like a magic trick
Bitch I am cliff and my flow is immaculate
Wait wait
It’s like everyday I aint gettin paid
I ain’t broke
But a nigga broke I can’t get a break
I am woke but my eyes are low
I can’t stay awake
Don’t lean back when you shoot the three like a fadeaway
With the bass you can feel my pain on the 808s
Rolling dank I just sparked a J and it’s to the face
That’s yo bae she just gave me brain while watching anime
It’s a shame that you let it play but this ain’t a game
Shit I might just go fuck up the city
I’m all in her guts I am touching her kidneys
You want a front I want 100s and 50s
I’m feelin her butt then I’m up to her tittys
I do this for fun but I wanna make bread
Can’t fuck wit niggas that hate breakin bread
This is yo chick but she just gave me head
We shot a flick and it’s end of the bed
Yeah that was Cliff now back to Stevo
I fuck that bitch and record like it’s TiVo
shot my shot made it easy like a free throw
She do a trick on it Evo Kineval
She suck it sloppy and she like to deep throat
I said we gotta run it back like sequels
Cliff yeah he hopped on the track and went evil
Who snapped harder on this it was Equal
Get on the beat and I go catch a body
Everyone got they eye on me Illuminati
Fuckin that shorty yeah she was a thotty
I play wit her pussy like it was my hobby
Bring her to the Telly say meet in the lobby
She keep me up like a mug full of coffee
I don’t chase no bitch no I’m not a doggy
I only hit a bitch once I don’t copy

Written by:
Clifford Alicea, Steven Callender

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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