Kill The Game

Lyrics

[Intro] Goddamn, this bitch so— Goddamn, this bitch so bad— (Hokatiwi) [Verse] Goddamn, this bitch so bad, throw her in ISS Bro get freaky with that Drac', he tryna make a mess Where the fuck is DJ Khaled? Tell him we the best I ain't tryna politic, no, I don't talk to press If he reachin', then I'm— come on, you know the rest I know plenty bitches like you, I am not impressed I ain't listen to my teacher, head was on the desk Tryna see how you gon' play it, treat this shit like chess Treat me like the king I am, changin' my name to James Trap jumpin', full of chickens, look likе Raising Canes I gotta drop her butter fingеrs if she playin' games Used to wrist my next, so now I got a couple chains Pooty Tang, belt to ass I don't beef over the 'net, and if you do, go touch some grass Tryna be the funny guy, don't catch them bullets for some laps Tryna ball with the gang, gon' have him goin' in his stash Got your bitch right on my dick, she dick suckin' just like you Brother Dee call me Jesus, I'll bless you like achoo Cut her off and don't regret it, I be havin' deja vu Passed the play, I never cared like I'll throw the alley-oop Slam dunk right in your bitch, guess you can call me TrVince Pull up shootin' with the left, witness thought it was Tayshaun Prince Why you fuckin' on broke niggas? Girl, that shit don't make no sense Talkin' code with my amigo, he like, "Heard you makin' hits" He gon' hit me when it touch, he like, "Our plane is in the air" Give a fuck 'bout what they say, I can't believe I used to care Damn, I heard they caught him lackin', I guess he wasn't aware Swear to God I'm finna kill the game, might get hit with the chair (Watch this)