"Game Breaker" lyrics
ShittyBoyz
I got something that you don't and it's called talent
Fuck Fortnite, scamming is my daily challenge
Word jumped like Monstars, it's jumping off the fucking planet
Talking 'bout bank accounts? You got zero in that balance
You ain't fuck up the mall, the mall fucked you up
I was tripping last summer off that seven plus
Green Balencis on my feet, looking like some 7-Up
Bro pull up with that Super Soaker, watch him wet 'em up
Rockstar jeans and I got the Robins too
Dawg dick sucking but his bitch slobbing too
Came from the mud so I got a lot to prove
Visa this, Visa that, you know I got a lot of blues
Talking 'bout wrestling, do I look like CM Punk?
Talking 'bout swiping, you ain't ever seen a dump
Caught a dirtball but this choppa, it'll clean 'em up
Asking God to bless me, I feel the Devil creeping up
MCM on my waist, fuck a WCW
Balling on these niggas, busting ass, that's what hustle do
Setting plays on the team, you can get yo huddle blew
Relly Rell got the .9 tucked, he won't tussle you
Seven hun' on some shoes I ain't laced up
Fuck that, fit still a band from the waist up
Shit on MCM Worldwide so they hate us
I ain't snap you for nothing, bitch, get a face up
When we slide, better duck like dynasty
If you have the Robins too, you can come fly with me
Green on me, I'm a veggie boy, I don't like the beef
Bro threw the punches at me, nah, he ain't fighting me
Yes, bitch, I'm on my grind till I hit a bubble
Yes, bitch, fit wet as hell, I'm a walking puddle
Three niggas up ten, that's a triple-double
Call the plug 'cause he got more punches than Royal Rumble
The Devil or karma, I don't know who'll get me first
Shit, I don't know which day I'ma touch that hearse
For all that I know this could be my last verse
Dude broke with no grind, ooh, that's the fucking worst
Man, that shit hurt, seeing granddad in the dirt
Got the game on lock from every angle like I'm Kurt
Double L with a C, that's what's on my shirt
RIP lil' Chris, he on my mind till I leave this earth
Was down, came up, now I ball till I fall
I just call it "home court", how I ball in the mall
Bitch on my dick, I get call after call
You would think I lived with her, how I'm all in her walls
Singing to the cheese, call me "Luther Vandross"
Before I ran a check, I had to learn how to crawl
Niggas know I make plays so they pass me the ball
Been shitting on these niggas like I stepped out the stall
She couldn't last one round like Lillard
Watch these hoes 'cause they slither like a lizard
Check yo bank account, I work magic like a wizard
Smacked at Dairy Queens so I'm finna punch a blizzard
Who, me? Bitch, I'm cutting like scissors
Watch me ball on the block, Roy Hibbert
Keep a freak that'll eat the dick like dinner
If she ain't on that tip then I'm just gon' have to spin her
I'm loading up like D'Angelo Russel
Banger on my hip, you a goof if you tussle
Patrick Beverley with no rock, watch me hustle
Skinny nigga but the Glock replace the muscle
Big B's, catch a combo if you scuff 'em
Dropped balls all in her mouth, guess I fumbled
Tripping in the mall, not once did I stumble
Look at me now, you would think I never struggle
Balling hard as hell, we deserve a game breaker
Good punch on me, call this bitch a haymaker
Big chop, hell nah, this ain't no brain grazer
BabyTron with StanWill, that's a game changer
Bro'll knock a nigga out the picture with the frame breaker
Cookies to the lungs left dawg on a pacemaker
You would think we the printing press, how we make paper
Lot of bread between the two of us but we ain't bakers
Bitch, oh shit
I got something that you don't and it's called talent
Fuck Fortnite, scamming is my daily challenge
Word jumped like Monstars, it's jumping off the fucking planet
Talking 'bout bank accounts? You got zero in that balance
You ain't fuck up the mall, the mall fucked you up
I was tripping last summer off that seven plus
Green Balencis on my feet, looking like some 7-Up
Bro pull up with that Super Soaker, watch him wet 'em up
Rockstar jeans and I got the Robins too
Dawg dick sucking but his bitch slobbing too
Came from the mud so I got a lot to prove
Visa this, Visa that, you know I got a lot of blues
Talking 'bout wrestling, do I look like CM Punk?
Talking 'bout swiping, you ain't ever seen a dump
Caught a dirtball but this choppa, it'll clean 'em up
Asking God to bless me, I feel the Devil creeping up
MCM on my waist, fuck a WCW
Balling on these niggas, busting ass, that's what hustle do
Setting plays on the team, you can get yo huddle blew
Relly Rell got the .9 tucked, he won't tussle you
Seven hun' on some shoes I ain't laced up
Fuck that, fit still a band from the waist up
Shit on MCM Worldwide so they hate us
I ain't snap you for nothing, bitch, get a face up
When we slide, better duck like dynasty
If you have the Robins too, you can come fly with me
Green on me, I'm a veggie boy, I don't like the beef
Bro threw the punches at me, nah, he ain't fighting me
Yes, bitch, I'm on my grind till I hit a bubble
Yes, bitch, fit wet as hell, I'm a walking puddle
Three niggas up ten, that's a triple-double
Call the plug 'cause he got more punches than Royal Rumble
The Devil or karma, I don't know who'll get me first
Shit, I don't know which day I'ma touch that hearse
For all that I know this could be my last verse
Dude broke with no grind, ooh, that's the fucking worst
Man, that shit hurt, seeing granddad in the dirt
Got the game on lock from every angle like I'm Kurt
Double L with a C, that's what's on my shirt
RIP lil' Chris, he on my mind till I leave this earth
Was down, came up, now I ball till I fall
I just call it "home court", how I ball in the mall
Bitch on my dick, I get call after call
You would think I lived with her, how I'm all in her walls
Singing to the cheese, call me "Luther Vandross"
Before I ran a check, I had to learn how to crawl
Niggas know I make plays so they pass me the ball
Been shitting on these niggas like I stepped out the stall
She couldn't last one round like Lillard
Watch these hoes 'cause they slither like a lizard
Check yo bank account, I work magic like a wizard
Smacked at Dairy Queens so I'm finna punch a blizzard
Who, me? Bitch, I'm cutting like scissors
Watch me ball on the block, Roy Hibbert
Keep a freak that'll eat the dick like dinner
If she ain't on that tip then I'm just gon' have to spin her
I'm loading up like D'Angelo Russel
Banger on my hip, you a goof if you tussle
Patrick Beverley with no rock, watch me hustle
Skinny nigga but the Glock replace the muscle
Big B's, catch a combo if you scuff 'em
Dropped balls all in her mouth, guess I fumbled
Tripping in the mall, not once did I stumble
Look at me now, you would think I never struggle
Balling hard as hell, we deserve a game breaker
Good punch on me, call this bitch a haymaker
Big chop, hell nah, this ain't no brain grazer
BabyTron with StanWill, that's a game changer
Bro'll knock a nigga out the picture with the frame breaker
Cookies to the lungs left dawg on a pacemaker
You would think we the printing press, how we make paper
Lot of bread between the two of us but we ain't bakers
Bitch, oh shit
