"Arcade Game" lyrics
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck
Aye watch out, Aye watch out
I got li Goxan—
I got li Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck
My book bag kind of heavy, it be filled
Tried to hide the smell but it comes through the seal
Put a grip on the stick, a comfortable feel
We gon' wait on a opp to come through the field
Not shooting skills, you got typing skills
Lil Twin wig he be hype for the kill
I just hit the gun store, I won't run out
I can't smoke in here I won't put my blunt out
All the fine shit they think I be joking
In the trap, for real, nigga I see roaches
At the hood store, come to the hood store
Put your money down put it in the pot
Think I'm selling my fye? We gon' swap
You know you wigged, you fucked up trying
I might just wig, can't slow this bitch down
Two different hoes they on two different time zones
I really drip, I put that shit on
Came to your spot he act like he was gone
Calvin McCallister, he home alone
Shoot the big gun you don't got to be strong
I know you see things, it's like he on shrooms
Dead end lick you don't see nothing but goons
Pull out the zot it might blow the whole room down
Hot shit, he talking dragon, he tough
Serve the zot, you ain't get your package from us
Come in and flip the mattress, we know what you stashing we tryna find them back ends
Went out of town, link my white hoe, I told her to find her some black friends
Liquor so lit everybody plays scratch off
Wipe the card down, make the ATM turn off
Really in the country you could pull in, get an ice bag
Nigga put down, better not ask where no dice at
Told a hoe give me her head, where her lice at
A video game's the only place where you're like that
We might pull up we might fuck up the suburbs
I got my lines ready for Twelve, ain't stuttered
Keep getting the munyun I can't even get full of
Fuck, fuck
Aye watch out, Aye watch out
I got li Goxan—
I got li Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck
My book bag kind of heavy, it be filled
Tried to hide the smell but it comes through the seal
Put a grip on the stick, a comfortable feel
We gon' wait on a opp to come through the field
Not shooting skills, you got typing skills
Lil Twin wig he be hype for the kill
I just hit the gun store, I won't run out
I can't smoke in here I won't put my blunt out
All the fine shit they think I be joking
In the trap, for real, nigga I see roaches
At the hood store, come to the hood store
Put your money down put it in the pot
Think I'm selling my fye? We gon' swap
You know you wigged, you fucked up trying
I might just wig, can't slow this bitch down
Two different hoes they on two different time zones
I really drip, I put that shit on
Came to your spot he act like he was gone
Calvin McCallister, he home alone
Shoot the big gun you don't got to be strong
I know you see things, it's like he on shrooms
Dead end lick you don't see nothing but goons
Pull out the zot it might blow the whole room down
Hot shit, he talking dragon, he tough
Serve the zot, you ain't get your package from us
Come in and flip the mattress, we know what you stashing we tryna find them back ends
Went out of town, link my white hoe, I told her to find her some black friends
Liquor so lit everybody plays scratch off
Wipe the card down, make the ATM turn off
Really in the country you could pull in, get an ice bag
Nigga put down, better not ask where no dice at
Told a hoe give me her head, where her lice at
A video game's the only place where you're like that
We might pull up we might fuck up the suburbs
I got my lines ready for Twelve, ain't stuttered
Keep getting the munyun I can't even get full of
Fuck, fuck
