Game Time

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Keed] Oh yeah, oh yeah My dog, what's up, shawty? Yeah I'm back in the, uh, motherfuckin' booth Don't erase this, don't cut this, don't none of that Okay? You dig? I just lost my brother Mexico, man But he died of natural causes Nobody killed him, so I'm happy [Chorus: Lil Keed] Yeah, I got bitches on me Yeah, I got benji's on me Yeah, I'm wearing Shanaynay, I put vintage on me Nah, my car not rented, I got a pink slip on me And I know none of these niggas is not my homie Suck on it, swallow it I'm going in about these bands I got the game from good game, that real shit Yeah, yeah, she touching the gang [Post-Chorus: Lil Keed] I told Lil Gotit, "Boy you goin' get thе fame" I told Lil Gotit, "These niggas not in our rangе" I told Lil Gotit, "Boy you goin' get the fame" I told Lil Gotit, "These niggas not in our range" [Outro: Good Game Auntie] You know you can't trust the game if it's staring in your face, ha Shooter for a shooter 'case it get out of play, ha, haha I seen you smiling, but you're hating though, huh See, the rule to the game, right, is get that paper right Don't let these niggas play you out your driver's seat 'Cause it can be all over in the morning Long live Mexico, teach 'em the game Game time