Step Yo Game Up

[Hook x2] Hell nah, we ain't change up Throwing dirt on my name huh Niggas mad cause they ain't us and we came up Niggas better step they game up Fuck these haters, fuck these pussy niggas hating [Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] I can't trust none of these niggas Can't trust none of these hoes I hate thirsty niggas more than thirsty bitches Trying to run around like my bros Y'all niggas don't know me, still a baby boy like Jody Niggas addicted to bitches 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 shit without trying hard Talking game cause I'm good with words Designer shit 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 niggas 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 shit look easy I ain't trying to be the only nigga on But I'm only nigga on Something came up when you stepped to the throne My niggas requested the song [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Tory Lanez] Bitch I got one rule That's don't fuck 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 fuck ratchet hoes and civilians I won't give no fucks, be cold chillin' Boy I give a fuck about you, you a sucka nigga Every bitch in here can get a buck up out you Can I love your bitch and give a fuck about her I fuckin doubt it, but she fuckin' bout it Now I fucked around and fucked her down and I ain't give a fuck about it Til the nigga really crossed your line I crossed your bitch up off my list It crossed your mind, you asked your bitch 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 Nigga said he fucked my bitch 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 niggas shooting like amphetamines And my enemies, they don't really want it They ain't on the same shit as me, me and Dizzy Wright Gettin busy to the bitches like, you the shit nigga Know I ride 'round with a group of ditch diggers Where I'm from, you ain't ridin, you a bitch nigga Our war, got you fucking top floor in the trunk of my whip nigga [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] I came from the gutter nigga, Eastside No decent role models I could be like My niggas slang all night by the streetlights Me, I mold into a beast up on the mic, device Adidas on my feet nigga, 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 fucking nerves of these guys Geeze, step your fucking game up Death to them haters told me Jarren couldn't change up Got them niggas puking on theyself Thought they sick to they stomach Cause they see my and nigga Dizzy came up I never gave one shit, let alone two fucks A nigga stay with 3 K's and I ain't talking Klu-Klux I'm whippin in a new truck, chopped up, screwed up My dick getting lubed up and chewed up by two sluts Mr. Benton that's the name ho I'm old school like shell toes and Kangols You a bitch, you like anal and rainbows I'm psychopathic bitch, I stay with a derranged flow Put you in the back of a Durango I got that, in case them niggas wanna tango FV still moving motherfucker, it's the take over Dizzy would you let these fucking lames know [Hook x2]