Blueface, The Game - 38 Special lyrics
[Blueface, The Game - 38 Special lyrics]
I could talk your baby mama
Out her panty drawers
Every day it's Cripmas
My son know his daddy Santa Claus
Busting my clip if I decide to
Up it and set it off
My ex bitch thought she was the best
Until she seen I was better off
.38 revolver, watch it wind up, baby
On the horn like a rhino, get you lined up
Baby
Throw your Rollie in the sky
Then your time's up
Baby
Like them drivers in LAX, we
Throw them signs up
Baby
Don't sign up to get signed off
I wish death on you and
Them niggas that lined off
It be the nigga in the picture with you
That'll take you out the picture
Used to kick it with you
Why you niggas wanna flame me?
'Cause I got it out the mud
Like the military trained me
And here's something you should know
Me and 50 ain't never did a show
Imagine if we did
We would've passed down that BMF
Power to our kids
I had that G-Unit bandana
Wrapped around my face
Niggas kicked me out the group then
Murder was the case
It's that .38 special
It's that .38 special
Timbo, baby
Niggas put you on The Game
Now the tempo crazy
I've been all around New York
In my Timbos lately
Big steppin' out the
Porsche, tinted windows
Baby
Westside highway, blowing indo, baby
Stick on me, it's The Game, not Nintendo
Baby
Put on any instrumental and
Watch him go crazy
Drac' on me, I've been
Drilling since the intro
Baby
I'm a pimp though, baby
Ain't no limp though
Baby
I tell these hoes, "Run
My money over Venmo"
Baby
And this shit go crazy
I know them niggas gon' hate me
I take a brick and make it flip
Until your bitch come break me
They say he's that nigga
The K is Jack Ripper
If they play my shit backwards
They play me back
Jigga
They say he that nigga like Dre
Three Stacks with him
If they play this shit backwards
They playing me back
Jigga
It's that .38 special
It's that .38 special
Out her panty drawers
Every day it's Cripmas
My son know his daddy Santa Claus
Busting my clip if I decide to
Up it and set it off
My ex bitch thought she was the best
Until she seen I was better off
.38 revolver, watch it wind up, baby
On the horn like a rhino, get you lined up
Baby
Throw your Rollie in the sky
Then your time's up
Baby
Like them drivers in LAX, we
Throw them signs up
Baby
Don't sign up to get signed off
I wish death on you and
Them niggas that lined off
It be the nigga in the picture with you
That'll take you out the picture
Used to kick it with you
Why you niggas wanna flame me?
'Cause I got it out the mud
Like the military trained me
And here's something you should know
Me and 50 ain't never did a show
Imagine if we did
We would've passed down that BMF
Power to our kids
I had that G-Unit bandana
Wrapped around my face
Niggas kicked me out the group then
Murder was the case
It's that .38 special
It's that .38 special
Timbo, baby
Niggas put you on The Game
Now the tempo crazy
I've been all around New York
In my Timbos lately
Big steppin' out the
Porsche, tinted windows
Baby
Westside highway, blowing indo, baby
Stick on me, it's The Game, not Nintendo
Baby
Put on any instrumental and
Watch him go crazy
Drac' on me, I've been
Drilling since the intro
Baby
I'm a pimp though, baby
Ain't no limp though
Baby
I tell these hoes, "Run
My money over Venmo"
Baby
And this shit go crazy
I know them niggas gon' hate me
I take a brick and make it flip
Until your bitch come break me
They say he's that nigga
The K is Jack Ripper
If they play my shit backwards
They play me back
Jigga
They say he that nigga like Dre
Three Stacks with him
If they play this shit backwards
They playing me back
Jigga
It's that .38 special
It's that .38 special