Dirty Game lyrics

Hook / Chorus : Bloody Jay
Shoot-outs on the daily
I’m tryna make it to see my baby
f*ck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz)
Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion)
Swear this street sh*t raised us (it did)
And that gangsta sh*t made us (yes yes yes)
Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game
Streets is a dirty game
Verse 1: Bloody Jay
For the money n*gga we coming through your front door
Front line n*gga yeah I was front row
Front and center get paid for the blocks like a sinner
Took a lot of losses just for us to become winners
Born sinners, eating steak dinners
Smashing off the lot, we ain’t riding rentals
Hating muhf*ckas thought we was gon stay down
Shoot-outs board day I tote that K ‘round
Draped in Louis V, Balenciaga runners
All this money round ain't no time for fumbles
So I tightened up on my game and made my vision tunnel
Kill em with success I watched them haters crumble
Hook / Chorus : Bloody Jay
Shoot-outs on the daily
I’m tryna make it to see my baby
f*ck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz)
Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion)
Swear this street sh*t raised us (it did)
And that gangsta sh*t made us (yes yes yes)
Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game
Streets is a dirty game
Verse 2: Alley Boy
Yeah
Mount my whip to 6 figures screaming f*ck a n*gga
100 bands on my arm platinum like Jigga

Thousands n*ggas reppin blood but the door unmarked
Lotta n*ggas trappin hard, the rest of em rob
Had to get it out the mud, the set wasn’t gave to me
Game was gave to me, the block was all they gave to me
They murdered Nut I damn near cried a river
Body for body, simple
Murkin sh*t til December, we crashing when I see you fish fry’s in the winter
Ima let lil one em spend em, I’m still missing my n*gga
It’s a lot of pus*y on this plate, its gon be a late dinner
It’s never too late to hit em, put his partner on a shirt with em
Hook / Chorus : Bloody Jay
Shoot-outs on the daily
I’m tryna make it to see my baby
f*ck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz)
Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion)
Swear this street sh*t raised us (it did)
And that gangsta sh*t made us (yes yes yes)
Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game
Streets is a dirty game
Outro : Major Grams
Naw Naw, yall pus*y ass n*ggas stay over there
Real sh*t back, all this fake sh*t finna get exposed
Yall n*ggas play fair keep that sh*t in the streets
It’s a dirty game who really blame
Yall opened up the door for this sh*t, we gon close em
Straight like that
FIB Nut
Anybody get got damn duct taped, you know how we boming
FIP Nut Man
FIP Young Mu
FIP Gangsta
FIP to All the muhf*cka fallen soldiers, real sh*t back
Here to stay, straight like that b*tch