Fun & Games

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (The Lasso) [Verse 1: StanWill] Bet I put him on the ground if it's beef, for that cheese, knock his taco off Ball a fist around gang, bet a shot go off If you let him, he'll backdoor you, better watch your dog Balls hangin' off the chop, it ain't got no drawers R.I.P. Hutch, second chain on the way We done cleaned Lenox out, me and gang in the A ARP, I can't aim with the Drac' Pop him in his hairline, blow his brains through his face Showin' off, fuck around, pull a fifty out Goose or the Moncler when it's chilly out Thirty in the Glock, ARP got a Mickey Mouse Deep in my duffle, ain't a thing finna get me out Two fifties, bitch, I'm four twenty-fives Ain't no fuckin' vacay, but your ho finna drive He was reachin' for my ice, left him froze with the 9 Tour busin' through the country, on the road with the guys [Verse 2: TrDee] Floatin' like an astronaut, drippin' like a broke pipe Nigga, I don't exercise, dyin' if you tryna fight How your opps still alive? Mines will be gone tonight Floatin' down Ocean Drive, smokin', higher than a kite Bro caught a body, changed his name just like Dusty Rhodes Bitch look back while we fuckin' 'cause she know she cold Sick as hell you rattin' on your mans, bro, you know you bold Call unc', he travelin' like Harden, somewhere on the road Only 'za, I ain't smokin' Breeze Savin' hoes, y'all the Justice League Settin' plays up, Andy Reid Glocky on me, blow it like a whistle, he was T'd Ain't nobody drinkin' beer, Wocky or the Casamigo Catch a body like he cheer, knock him down just like a free throw Gettin' head, could hardly steer, wasn't hip she was a freak ho Goin' broke my only fear, juggin' shit just like I'm Deebo [Verse 3: BabyTron] Shit, I'm finna pour up, I finally found a soda ShittyBoyz global, we got fans out in South Dakota Lookin' for a dark leaf, tryna take a Stout and roll it Everything fun and games to play 'til your house explodin' Talkin' 'bout you strapped up, you can't count a Trojan High as hell off top shelf, brought a pound to smoke it In my dream, it's an Act' stream, see the fountain flowin' Wake up, pour a four, I ain't turnin' down my dosage Everything lit now, don't you see my kit now? Feelin' like the shit now, bougie, only hit 'za VVs got me freezin' cold like my iron low Hi-Tech and CSC Peach in my styrofoam If you want a sixteen, it's gon' cost thirty thousand And it won't even take me thirty minutes You don't see us winnin' in the end? You must have blurry vision Run up in his crib and leave his brains all in the dirty dishes You ain't rich, your TV in the living room about thirty inches