Songtexte Steets, Vol. 2 - Loaf Murda

Game breaker game over Im balling Like stretch
Youll think I'm sign to Nike how I Keep a check
Light camera action I got answers for The press
Sit on my ass
And I grind
So when I stand I flex
Game breaker game over Im balling Like stretch
Youll think I'm sign to Nike how I Keep a check
Light camera action I got answers for The press
Sit on my ass
And I grind
So when I stand I flex
bench press
Money so fresh
I
Cant even thumb it
I go where I want
Do what I want
Hitter all in the field like some Hunters
Mouth full of gold
Everything froze
They say I'm the number 1 Stunna
I be dripping n red
Pull loaf out my pocket
You see about 2 or 3 colors
Don't fuck with others
He mad a spread his bitch like butter
Game on the line
I Shoot my shot swish
Right at the buzzard
Watch ya back
They hands be sticky
Like they got on cutters
Word to my mother
If he ain't my brother then I dont Trust em
Niggas be greedy
All our plates is full this shits to easy
Like tag we freeze em
Pull that 40 let that lemons squeeze Em
They hate to see me
Like drake I flip the switch my vision Stevie
I need this
I need that
Mane all you niggas needy
Come get inky
She like to read me
My body's like graffiti
That nigga hot
Loaf on Fire
Them diamonds dance like breezy
Im clean squeaky
Can't defeat me
They wanna be me
My life's a movie grab them glasses watch me bop in Three D

Game breaker game over I'm balling Like stretch
You'll think I'm sign to Nike how I Keep a check
Light camera action I got answers for The press
Sit on my ass
And I grind
So when I stand I flex
Game breaker game over Im balling Like stretch
Youll think I'm sign to Nike how I Keep a check
Light camera action I got answers for The press
Sit on my ass
And I grind
So when I stand I flex