"Game Of Death" lyrics

"Game Of Death"

(RJ always tripping, man)
(RJ always tripping, man)
ShittyBoyz

Bitch can't believe her eyes, yes, it's really me
BINs so fire, this shit really free
Tripping like I'm clumsy in the mall, oops, silly me
Dog shit stuffed in the pockets of my skinny jeans

Ha-ha, I made ten before that afternoon
Tryna ride my wave? Like a pirate, let them cannons shoot
Sports mode activated, looking like Crash Bandicoot
Feel like Thor's Endgame when I bring them hammers through

Having visions of success, I'm a fortune teller
We don't scrap, boy'll get popped like he Dr. Pepper
She don't sing but the dick make her a capella
I ain't Jay-Z but the stick get to rock a fella

I just dropped Kobe Bryant on an appetizer
Ghost Recon, that AR got some rapid fire
I was in yo baby mouth like a pacifier
I plan on shining for a while, better grab a visor

Mortal Kombat 11, how I'm punching up
Bitch let me fuck the first day 'cause I'm thrusted up
God gave me one chance, I can't fuck it up
Cut the traction off on the Scat, better buckle up

Fucked your granny credit up, I'm so scandalous
She said, "Boy, yo skinny-ass couldn't handle this"
Pulled up like Zion and got to slamming shit
Put a red beam on his top like an ambulance

Can't give her up, that bitch wetter than some Fiji Water
Jugging feds out in New York, feel like Tiki Barber
StanWill, made her spell it out like she Keke Palmer
Niggas only hard on the web, Peter Parker

Runtz strong as hell, let me take a breath
Feel like Vin Diesel, tip the whip tryna take a left
Feel like Busta Rhymes, had yo bitch break her neck
Chop kick like Bruce Lee, let's play the game of death

If I pull up on yo bitch then I'm dropping balls
I remember when she used to ho me, now I'm dropping calls
Fraudulence? Ha-ha, no, I'm not involved
Black-ass .40 and it's tall, call it "Tacko Fall"
"OMG, is that the ShittyBoyz? ", bitch done passed out
Hopped on Cash App with this piece then I cash out
Dude, he was connected for a minute then he lagged out
Left her at Verizon 'cause she didn't bring the jacks out, dummy


Writer(s): Joon Sung Oh
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