Boogie Boy L - Gamed Up

Gamed up since My niggaz Died
Cuz I didn't wanna end up like them
Gamed up since my niggaz Died
So I'm out here making niggas victims
I ride around Wit the clips
(wit the clip)
We ride around on that shit
(On that shit)
Go to the can Fa my Shit
(Fa my shit)
And I ain't talkn On the Set
(On the set)
Gamed up since my niggaz Died
So I'm out here making niggas victims

R.I.P. To my fallen
A-Loc and Lil Jonny too
Ballin out like Syracuse
You Hoe niggaz never even seen the hoop
Pop Up Like Braswell Do
Hoe game time gotta good view
Hella info from Yo Bitch boo
Wonna get a nigga send the bitch thru
Fast lane imma push that
Never slowing down Fa the riff raff
Bought a street sweeper
Blow ya coop back
Hanging wit my niggas
Like a noose neck
Bought a big bag Get suplex
My eyes red from the bomb shit
I always take my charges
I always take my charges
We done marked the man now he a target
We done marked the man now he a target
We gone knock him off cause he talkin
We gone knock him off cause he talkin
Ain't hard to catch ya comn out the store
Get the job done Like house chore
Body head shot even up the score
With the Head shot body meet the flo

Gamed up since My niggaz Died
Cuz I didn't wanna end up like them
Gamed up since my niggaz Died
So I'm out here making niggas victims
I ride around Wit the clips
(Wit the clip)
We ride around on that shit
(On that shit)
Go to the can Fa my Shit
(Fa my shit)
And I ain't talkn On the Set
(On the set)
Gamed up since my niggaz Died
So I'm out here making niggas victims

Wonna play my nigga on God
40 shots at that man garage
Execution whole thang set up
Double back get the money, Ducked off
North banging whole city lit up
Wut you thank My niggas fed up
Damn right we gone tear da club up
She gone work till The vice press up
Never let a hoe nigga get close
(Uh uh)
It's the ones that love you the most
(Uh huh)
Smoke a billy they don't wanna get smoked
(Uh uh)
Pistols poppn cartel is annoyed
All that talkn boy better get yo boy
Chopper hit um Bet then he get the point
(He do)
Every shot that I Take 3 Points
In my bag got my eye on the coin
These streets we ain't never had a choice
In my bag got my eye on the coin
These streets ain't never had a choice
In my bag 55 on the Porsche
Smoke a lame ass nigga to the short
Conversation try ta keep that shit short
Smoke a lame ass nigga to the short
Conversation try ta keep the shit short

Gamed up since My niggaz Died
Cuz I didn't wanna end up like them
Gamed up since my niggaz Died
So I'm out here making niggas victims
I ride around Wit the clips
(wit the clip)
We ride around on that shit
(On that shit)
Go to the can Fa my Shit
(Fa my shit)
And I ain't talkn On the Set
(On the set)
Gamed up since my niggaz Died
So I'm out here making niggas victims

Written by:
Lloyd Hall

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