What you talkin' bout you fumblin' game out your mouth Better put some stick on your grip and get on a paper route Cause cream ain't to be fucked with and that's the truth this gamology Better soak it up and be a hundred proof Cause you can't be the shit slangin' woof tickets You better buy you some stick with it cause game is unlimited Flippin' shit rippin' shit Young Ren is so versitile, you heard my style is buck wild But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do But they P-H me behind my back, why don't you do that, raps are through Talkin' loud is sayin' nothin', your ass is bluffin' Just cause everyone is ?, rappin' don't mean that you gonna be slumpin' I only fuck with the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal Really though, you don't know shit, I put that on my dick Fuck a bitch and a snitch, It's all about my grip
Surrender to my will, submit to my game My daddy just like you want it, broke down like dank Doja sticky who's with me, yo you ain't no That this the mackaholic straight lacin' you hoes Day to day I'm forced to deal with this bullshit Motherfuckers runnin' around with a hole in they lip Just a talkin' loud but ain't sayin' a damn Then when I come around smilin' in my face like we pals Nigga.. fuck you, suck my dick, I gives a damn, that's how I am And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious Niggas get fucked, I grap my dick, cock, then bust a nut Dear Lord forgive me but my future's lookin' dirty and plain I don't see shit but the motherfuckin' paper I make My daughter's older and now she talkin' to me And she makin' more sense than these punks on the street Daddy get paid is what she say, so I do it that way Be about my paper fuck I hate to win if I play This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke When I on the streets 24-7 and mo' I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real, movin' the crowd Niggas say they do, but don't do, they just talk loud
Why you loud talkin' when you should be stackin' mayo Recognize this hustle not erdayo Your game is frail, smash you like play dough Say hoe, have you ever met Mr. fo'- fo' Cause your mouth is runnin', and it's time for gunnin' Your brain is numbin', off them hot slugs that are hummin' Suckas loud mouth, fakin' all the funk Loud mouth mre for a cent, and I'm tearin' shit up No mercy, you heard me, bitches ain't shit I don't play, go the wrong way, I'm flippin' yo' script I'm from Stockton, Cali, E-D-C, so killa Young Ren, the D-O-G With the mackaholic, spittin' game Never loud talk in the mouth for money, pushin' your fame
You got a big mouth like Jimmy Heart, but you don't got Nuts to back it up, I slap you, and you won't give a fuck Where do we go from here, that be, I got me towed down It's a new brand year Everybody love my flow now, all you hoes goin' wild Wanna fuck with the kid AKA Omen Child, I'm terrible Oh no I thought you knew, don't be surprised I fucked with the foundation nation true Who's to blame, when your brain dead stuck in a ditch Inside out with your mouth full of dick So take caution, when you see me slide through the crowd With my evil grin, I mack a bitch while you get loud
Yeah Motherfuckers bout be runnin' faster than Luis and shit You know what I'm talkin' about Shit Talkin' loud but sayin' nothin' I ain't sayin' shit I don't know Motherfuckers just so lame in the game Better just recognize Trick ass bitch better listen Soaks ya like a spunge Do shit my way And get hung, biyatch Hoes get hung Motherfuckers wanna know Doja sticky Clickin' when it's finished And mackaholic and we out
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