Step Yo Game Up lyrics

[Hook x2]
Hell nah, we ain't change up
Throwing dirt on my name huh
n*ggas mad cause they ain't us and we came up
n*ggas better step they game up
f*ck these haters, f*ck these pus*y n*ggas hating

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
I can't trust none of these n*ggas
Can't trust none of these hoes
I hate thirsty n*ggas more than thirsty b*tches
Trying to run around like my bros
Y'all n*ggas don't know me, still a baby boy like Jody
n*ggas addicted to b*tches and Rollies
Lifted and gifted, with a nice little mistress
After work like Kobe
Put in work to put my foot in first
Doing this sh*t without trying hard
Talking game cause I'm good with words
Designer sh*t ain't always gonna hide your flaws
When the time will come, you can sign me off
I'm Kanye with no time to talk
In my position, what makes the difference
Is I can hang, and you will drop the ball
I'm slow ridin' without crossing over
Doing me in everything I do
I see y'all glorify lame n*ggas
But we could keep that between me and you
See my view, and I ain't seen nothing nice
Pump your breaks, you gon' be a front for life
On stage, I flush the fright and cuff the mic
Damn, this must be life, plug the lights
Solo dolo, they can't see me
First to do it, they can't be me
They struggle with trying to get out the city
Little Dizzy got busy and made the sh*t look easy
I ain't trying to be the only n*gga on
But I'm only n*gga on
Something came up when you stepped to the throne
My n*ggas requested the song
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[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
b*tch I got one rule
That's don't f*ck with team Argentina
Oranggina smoke, I don't need a toke
I just need a chameleon
I want bad more hoes and more millions
Til I'm in the bathrobe with four billions
Still I f*ck ratchet hoes and civilians
I won't give no f*cks, be cold chillin'
Boy I give a f*ck about you, you a sucka n*gga
Every b*tch in here can get a buck up out you
Can I love your b*tch and give a f*ck about her
I f*ckin doubt it, but she f*ckin' bout it
Now I f*cked around and f*cked her down and I ain't give a f*ck about it
Til the n*gga really crossed your line
I crossed your b*tch up off my list
It crossed your mind, you asked your b*tch
You off the line, I parked my whip across the street
And popped the trunk, you crossed the line, you on the dime
I'm in the morning, catch your moms standing at the mourning
Looking sadder than an orphan crying, I'm on the corner
n*gga said he f*cked my b*tch and he hit, well of course you're lying
Of course you're trying, I mean
That don't really mean that you getting cream
All my n*ggas shooting like amphetamines
And my enemies, they don't really want it
They ain't on the same sh*t as me, me and Dizzy Wright
Gettin busy to the b*tches like, you the sh*t n*gga
Know I ride 'round with a group of ditch diggers
Where I'm from, you ain't ridin, you a b*tch n*gga
Our war, got you f*cking top floor in the trunk of my whip n*gga
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[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
I came from the gutter n*gga, Eastside
No decent role models I could be like
My n*ggas slang all night by the streetlights
Me, I mold into a beast up on the mic, device
Adidas on my feet n*gga, three stripes
That Cali make me feel like I can't breathe right
I think God put me on this earth to murder everything in sight
I can't believe the f*cking nerves of these guys
Geeze, step your f*cking game up
Death to them haters told me Jarren couldn't change up
Got them n*ggas puking on theyself
Thought they sick to they stomach
Cause they see my and n*gga Dizzy came up
I never gave one sh*t, let alone two f*cks
A n*gga stay with 3 K's and I ain't talking Klu-Klux
I'm whippin in a new truck, chopped up, screwed up
My di*k getting lubed up and chewed up by two sl*ts
Mr. Benton that's the name ho
I'm old school like shell toes and Kangols
You a b*tch, you like anal and rainbows
I'm psychopathic b*tch, I stay with a derranged flow
Put you in the back of a Durango
I got that, in case them n*ggas wanna tango
FV still moving motherf*cker, it's the take over
Dizzy would you let these f*cking lames know
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