Game On

Lyrics

[Intro] From parts unknown [Verse 1: Slimmy B] Niggas wanna play? I ain't trippin' nigga game on Tints so dark can't see shit with these shades on We don't do no askin' round here we just take souls Stock in a Glock and I'ma bust till his face gone No it ain't the 40, walkin' funny 'cause the bankroll Choppa get to singin', put that Draco on Drake mode Make a nigga and his bitch dance, no tango I'm bustin' then DaBoii is too, real bang bros Take a bitch, bandit, these niggas can't stand it They think I'm Mariah how I let go this Cannon Shit get real we in the field we don't panic Strap a 3K, tryna Klu Klux Klan shit .45 get to trippin', like that bitch havin' a tantrum Nerds tryna copy, you know I had to Uncle Sam 'em Stomp a nigga out, in these Bred 1s band 'em Dumb hoes, bum hoes, fuck I can't stand 'em Wanna fuck with us you broke niggas betta team up This 40 got me walkin 'round the hood like I'm King Tut Bands on me bust down, bitch not a thing tucked Was runnin' 'round the hood broke, till a nigga beast up I'm from the North Pole Where them niggas keep poles Glock on T.O Will make you sing like Ne-Yo Coppin' guns but can't shoot, like Shaq at the free throw And niggas cold, what the fuck you think I got this heat for? Me and bro passin' bitches I can't even speak on Back to back treat they ass, like we playin' ping-pong XD on Dbuttahh pokin' out the peacoat And this 40 shootin' shit that's knocking down King Kong Lil nigga [Verse 2: Yhung T.O.] Big four five on my hip got me leanin' Already had Christian's, 'fore I walked up in Neiman's, nigga Would you believe me if I said I talk demons, baby? Red bottoms having conversations bout Jesus, baby Young nigga still posted in the hood Sending shots to a opp niggas thought it was good Got K's, fuckface, cop Ace for the joog Pourin' Ace for the pain 'cause I came from the mud I was posted on the block 32 in the chop Wit' a Glock that'll knock a nigga head to his socks Nigga stop it, talking cash shit I'm the profit Three bands for the 'fit you go broke tryna cop it And a, young nigga never had shit, uh Had to get it, had to add shit up Grandma told me, 'baby never give up' Find a hole and put your mans in one [Verse 3: Daboii] Whole gang in party, OMG that's a lotta poles Make a wrong move, then them straps take a lotta souls You a nappy head? Then them straps take a lotta fros Try and cut me off, give a fuck got a lotta hoes Rollin' up the loud, damn I think I met a angel Bitch I'm the shit, got me feelin' like the anal Syrup in that Sprite, nah nigga this ain't maple He thought he had a bitch till we slid. Where his main go? Stop speaking on my name, bitch you barely know the half I would let you hold a loaf, but you barely good at math Brought a .40 in the party, I ain't worried 'bout a jab Tryna fuck? Where that check? I ain't worried 'bout no ass Bitch... it's a muzzle on that strap Break a bitch down when I fuck her from the back I know bitches want my cheese, and I ain't cuffin' on a rat And I know these niggas plottin', so I'm clutchin' on a strap And I know these niggas fake, bro told me keep the circle small Niggas really nerds what the fuck? Cut them Urkel's off And you niggas fake, OMG, God who birthed 'em all? Circle full of hittas, lil nigga ain't a nerd involved [Verse 4: Lul G] Bitch I been in these streets Bitch I been totin' heat No stock, big clips for you pussies tryna creep SOB the gang for you niggas love to speak Same young wild niggas, fuck a nigga bitch to sleep But T.O. ridin' round with that draco Stay up in yo lane lil nigga 'cause it's game on Fuck around and have shots fired nigga case closed Hit the stash spot, fuck a nigga need a bank for? Me and Slimmy rollin' 'woods, of that dank up Slid on the block, bounced out wit' they chains tucked Callin' coppin please LOL that is lame stuff Better be smart 'fore this .40 put yo' brains up Big safe hold bands of them bankrolls Broke boys can't compare, nigga these is play clothes Nerd!