"Game" lyrics
Uh
Yeah, yeah
I'm a top shop, nigga, no extra
My niggas gon' fire, no extras
Can't hop out the ride, no exits
Had to hop out the side, get leverage
She don't talk, she don't want me to pay for it
Niggas face to high, can't lay low
Niggas plot when I hop out the [?]
Big knocks so niggas wanna hate on me
Nigga whip to fly for a take-over
Nigga feel to fly, need a halo
Want the tip, now a bitch wanna stay over
Told her to fly right to me, no lay over
I was trippin', the bitch want fame
Can't face it, fuck on a lame
Make the [?] when I switch out the lanes
Ego high inside this game
Took the fast way up, no clip
Quarter M when I talk 'bout Dior
I don't like no bad ho pictures
'Cause she might get the wrong idea
'Cause she might think a young nigga gone
Took my dog to a plane that's foreign
Got a five star bitch performance
She a lil' ho, think I'm conformin'
Got racks, nigga's ain't even tourin'
If a nigga bug out, get swarmed, ayy
'Cause I'll snipe nigga right out the yawn, ayy
Three bitch wanna pop out of spawn, ayy
New Detroit, nigga, standin' ovation
Got dogshit, every notation
Two sold-out shows, shout-out the nation
Niggas hoes I can spot out the nature
On the road, aerial location
Beat it up like the ho want a placement
Show off for a nigga, go Geisha
On the spot when she hop out the Range
She don't talk, she don't want me to pay for it
Niggas face to high, can't lay low
Niggas plot when I hop out the [?]
Big knocks so niggas wanna hate on me
Nigga whip to fly for a take-over
Nigga feel to fly, need a halo
Want the tip, now a bitch wanna stay over
Told her to fly right to me, no lay over
I was trippin', the bitch want fame
Can't face it, fuck on a lame
Make the [?] when I switch out the lanes
Ego high inside this game
Ego high inside this game
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Dogs on the outside, opps on the outside
Pull up, then hop out, fleak
Yeah, niggas be hostile, turn on the [?] out
Soon as I hop out of reach, yeah
Geeked on the WiFi, slide to the casa
She wanna pop out easy, yeah
Beat up the guala, thank God to Allah
I make a wild life niggas some pasta
Foot on the gas, got me fucking the race up
Top ten bitch, give a fuck 'bout some make up
Eight-hundred flat for the fabric that's waist up
Homer chain, I don't listen to Frank much
Broke nigga, we gon' recycle and waste him
I don't look up to my idols, I race 'em
Fuck nigga really my child, I raised 'em
Brand new fire when I hop out the side, that's game
Yeah, yeah
I'm a top shop, nigga, no extra
My niggas gon' fire, no extras
Can't hop out the ride, no exits
Had to hop out the side, get leverage
She don't talk, she don't want me to pay for it
Niggas face to high, can't lay low
Niggas plot when I hop out the [?]
Big knocks so niggas wanna hate on me
Nigga whip to fly for a take-over
Nigga feel to fly, need a halo
Want the tip, now a bitch wanna stay over
Told her to fly right to me, no lay over
I was trippin', the bitch want fame
Can't face it, fuck on a lame
Make the [?] when I switch out the lanes
Ego high inside this game
Took the fast way up, no clip
Quarter M when I talk 'bout Dior
I don't like no bad ho pictures
'Cause she might get the wrong idea
'Cause she might think a young nigga gone
Took my dog to a plane that's foreign
Got a five star bitch performance
She a lil' ho, think I'm conformin'
Got racks, nigga's ain't even tourin'
If a nigga bug out, get swarmed, ayy
'Cause I'll snipe nigga right out the yawn, ayy
Three bitch wanna pop out of spawn, ayy
New Detroit, nigga, standin' ovation
Got dogshit, every notation
Two sold-out shows, shout-out the nation
Niggas hoes I can spot out the nature
On the road, aerial location
Beat it up like the ho want a placement
Show off for a nigga, go Geisha
On the spot when she hop out the Range
She don't talk, she don't want me to pay for it
Niggas face to high, can't lay low
Niggas plot when I hop out the [?]
Big knocks so niggas wanna hate on me
Nigga whip to fly for a take-over
Nigga feel to fly, need a halo
Want the tip, now a bitch wanna stay over
Told her to fly right to me, no lay over
I was trippin', the bitch want fame
Can't face it, fuck on a lame
Make the [?] when I switch out the lanes
Ego high inside this game
Ego high inside this game
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Dogs on the outside, opps on the outside
Pull up, then hop out, fleak
Yeah, niggas be hostile, turn on the [?] out
Soon as I hop out of reach, yeah
Geeked on the WiFi, slide to the casa
She wanna pop out easy, yeah
Beat up the guala, thank God to Allah
I make a wild life niggas some pasta
Foot on the gas, got me fucking the race up
Top ten bitch, give a fuck 'bout some make up
Eight-hundred flat for the fabric that's waist up
Homer chain, I don't listen to Frank much
Broke nigga, we gon' recycle and waste him
I don't look up to my idols, I race 'em
Fuck nigga really my child, I raised 'em
Brand new fire when I hop out the side, that's game
