Game On

From parts unknown

**** wanna play

I ain't trippin'

**** game on

Tints so dark

Can't see shit with these shades on

We don' 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 40

Walkin' funny 'cause the bankroll

Choppa get to singin'

Put that Draco on Drake mode

Make a **** and his bitch dance, no tango

I'm bussin' then Daboii is too

Real bang bros

Take a bitch, bandit

These **** can't stand it

They think I'm Mariah

How I let go this Cannon

Shit get real we in the field

We don' panic

Strap a 3K tryna Klu Klux Klan shit

Four five get to trippin'

Like that bitch havin' a tantrum

Nerds tryna copy

You know I had to Uncle Sam 'em

Stomp a **** out

In these Bred 1's band 'em

Dumb hoes, bum hoes

Fuck I can't stand 'em

Wanna fuck with us

You broke **** betta team up

This 40 got me walkin' 'round the hood

Like I'm King Tut

Bands on me bust down

Bitch not thing tucked

Was runnin' 'round the hood broke

Till a **** beefed up

I'm from the North Pole

Where them **** 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 **** 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

X-D on D, butter pokin' out the peacoat

And the 40 shootin'

Shit that's knocking down King Kong lil' ****

Big four five on my hip got me leanin'

Already had Christians

Fo' walked up in Nemains

**** would you believe me

If I said I talk demons

Baby red bottoms

Having conversations bout Jesus

Baby young ****

Still posted in the hood

Sending shots to a op ****

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

With a Glock that'll

Knock a **** head to his socks

**** stop it

Talking cash shit I'm the profit

Three bands for the fit

You go broke tryna cop it

Young **** never had shit, uh

Had to get it had to ask shit, uh

Grandma told baby never give up

Find a hole and put your man's in one

Whole gang in party

O-M-G 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 gotta lotta hoes

Rollin' up the loud

Damn I think I'm in a angel

Bitch I'm this shit

Got me feelin' like the anal

Syrup in that sprite

Nah **** 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 **** plottin'

So I'm clutchin' on a strap

And I know these **** fake

Bro told me keep the circle small

**** really nerds

What the fuck?

Cut them Urkel's off

And you **** fake

O-M-G god who birthed them all

Circle full of hittas

Lil' **** ain't a nerd involved

Bitch I been in these streets

Bitch I been totin' heat

No stock

Big clips for you pussies tryna creep

S-O-B the gang for you **** love speak

Same young wild ****

Fuck a ****'s bitch to sleep

But T-O ridin' 'round with that Draco

Stay up in yo lane lil' ****

'Cause it's game on

Fuck around and have shots fired

**** case closed

Hit the stash spot

Fuck a **** need a bank for

Me and Slimmy see me rollin' woods

Of that dank up

Slid on the block bounced out

With them change tucked

Callin' coppin' please

L-O-L that is lame stuff

Better be smart

Before this 40 put yo brains up

Big shapes whole bands and them bankrolls

Broke boys can't compare

**** these is play clothes

Nerd!