92 Bars (meek Mill Diss) Lyrics - Game

This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at 

Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack 

Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at? 

I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat 

Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap 

Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back 

No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks 

Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack 

Nigga I was on the bus with it 

Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the colt 

Andrew Luck with it 

We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it 

Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck with it 

Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it 

California state property you niggas stuck with it 

Brrrring, sold Peedi Crakk 

Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac 

I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of 

A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada 

Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters 

Blac Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda 

Listen, you want beef I'll cater 

Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator 

Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis 

Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders 

The Rams is back, them bullets getting tossed 

16 on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff 

Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest 

Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the west 

YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check 

Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep 

Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up 

Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck 

Pass the Goose, where them duck ducks? 

These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up 

I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a cactus 

Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice 

The Maybach is A.I 

Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau 

All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five 

Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die 

Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my Caddy? 

Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti 

And I move Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy 

Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies 

That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one 

And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none 

I'm the old DMX you niggas Drag-On 

Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum 

Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s 

Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween 

This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare 

Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair 

Your daddy was a bitch, I had to do it 

I ain't need no ski mask to do it 

Murder is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it 

Name a state, I'll send a package through it 

If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts 

Sitting in this Maybach with music 

Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it 

And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it 

Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it 

Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it 

Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it 

Dre had the Chronic all I did was put the matches to it 

Known for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it 

And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to music 

Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it 

And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em 

They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it 

Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit? 

Another foreign car driven by a convict 

Aventador matte black Akon lips 

Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit 

Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch 

No nigga can see me, on or off TV 

Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy 

Lightskin bitches be mad and talking greasy 

I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's 

I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny 

Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny 

I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a semi 

Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly 

She got a couple mill and she don't even know Meek 

And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak 

See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak 

Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek 

Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m 

Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets 

It could happen lowkey 

You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet 

This ain't a diss, nigga 

This is all lives matter except this nigga's 

This 1992 shit ain't no new shit 

We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip 

With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship 

Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose lips 

My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit 

This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit 

Nigga, you know that I'll snap you like a toothpick 

And snitching on niggas ain't never been no cool shit 

And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick 

So tell your lil' vivrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip 

We know where you live, nigga, you better move quick 

And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with 

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