Game Breaker

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz [Verse 1: BabyTron] I got something that you don't and it's called talent Fuck Fortnite, scamming is my daily challenge Word jumped like Monstars, it's jumping off the fucking planet Talking 'bout bank accounts? You got zero in that balance You ain't fuck up the mall, the mall fucked you up I was tripping last summer off that seven plus Green Balencis on my feet, looking like some 7-Up Bro pull up with that Super Soaker, watch him wet 'em up Rockstar jeans and I got the Robins too Dawg dick sucking but his bitch slobbing too Came from the mud so I got a lot to prove Visa this, Visa that, you know I got a lot of blues Talking 'bout wrestling, do I look like CM Punk? Talking 'bout swiping, you ain't ever seen a dump Caught a dirtball but this choppa, it'll clean 'em up Asking God to bless me, I feel the Devil creeping up [Verse 2: StanWill] MCM on my waist, fuck a WCW Balling on these niggas, busting ass, that's what hustle do Setting plays on the team, you can get yo huddle blew Relly Rell got the .9 tucked, he won't tussle you Seven hun' on some shoes I ain't laced up Fuck that, fit still a band from the waist up Shit on MCM Worldwide so they hate us I ain't snap you for nothing, bitch, get a face up When we slide, better duck like dynasty If you have the Robins too, you can come fly with me Green on me, I'm a veggie boy, I don't like the beef Bro threw the punches at me, nah, he ain't fighting me Yes, bitch, I'm on my grind till I hit a bubble Yes, bitch, fit wet as hell, I'm a walking puddle Three niggas up ten, that's a triple-double Call the plug 'cause he got more punches than Royal Rumble [Verse 3: BabyTron] The Devil or karma, I don't know who'll get me first Shit, I don't know which day I'ma touch that hearse For all that I know this could be my last verse Dude broke with no grind, ooh, that's the fucking worst Man, that shit hurt, seeing granddad in the dirt Got the game on lock from every angle like I'm Kurt Double L with a C, that's what's on my shirt RIP lil' Chris, he on my mind till I leave this earth [Verse 4: StanWill] Was down, came up, now I ball till I fall I just call it "home court", how I ball in the mall Bitch on my dick, I get call after call You would think I lived with her, how I'm all in her walls Singing to the cheese, call me "Luther Vandross" Before I ran a check, I had to learn how to crawl Niggas know I make plays so they pass me the ball Been shitting on these niggas like I stepped out the stall [Verse 5: BabyTron] She couldn't last one round like Lillard Watch these hoes 'cause they slither like a lizard Check yo bank account, I work magic like a wizard Smacked at Dairy Queens so I'm finna punch a blizzard [Verse 6: StanWill] Who, me? Bitch, I'm cutting like scissors Watch me ball on the block, Roy Hibbert Keep a freak that'll eat the dick like dinner If she ain't on that tip then I'm just gon' have to spin her [Verse 7: BabyTron] I'm loading up like D'Angelo Russel Banger on my hip, you a goof if you tussle Patrick Beverley with no rock, watch me hustle Skinny nigga but the Glock replace the muscle [Verse 8: StanWill] Big B's, catch a combo if you scuff 'em Dropped balls all in her mouth, guess I fumbled Tripping in the mall, not once did I stumble Look at me now, you would think I never struggle [Verse 9: BabyTron] Balling hard as hell, we deserve a game breaker Good punch on me, call this bitch a haymaker Big chop, hell nah, this ain't no brain grazer BabyTron with StanWill, that's a game changer [Verse 10: StanWill] Bro'll knock a nigga out the picture with the frame breaker Cookies to the lungs left dawg on a pacemaker You would think we the printing press, how we make paper Lot of bread between the two of us but we ain't bakers Bitch, oh shit