GAMETIME lyrics

[Intro]
Da gang!
Da gang!

[Verse]
f*ckin and duckin, im f*ckin her buddy but im countin up at the same time
Youngin a G, hit you up when it's gametime
Look like we takin down Lakeline
My n*ggas lions, the f*ck is a canine?
[?]
Pull up n get a headshot like it's Facetime
I'll up the strap at your waistline
Most of these n*ggas is weeny
Pull up with the nina and n*ggas start panickin'
I spent a sack and got fresh as a b*tch
It look like I jus robbed me a mannequin
200 a feature, 300 I'm averagin
Wait till a n*gga start travellin
Step out with my n*ggas, we lurkin we strategin'
Look like we play for the Mavericks
Diamonds they dance and a n*gga start shiverin'
We got more poles than a fisherman
Pop out all black if you wanna [?]
Ima just [?] like they Zimmerman
I really want brain but the b*tch kinda thick
Swear to God made ya boy reconsider it
Pull up with di*ks you'll think that I'm feminine
Fling his ass out like some cinnamon
Bro off a [?] he just rollin he rollin so we'll throw bullets like Prescott
Got a green beam on this hoe like a Xbox cuz we don't f*ck with no red dot
I f*ck a check up [?] from the neck up
All of my shoes they be dessed out
I do not diss in my raps, I have bronem come through and just give you a chest shot
[?] slide through doin hits out a stolo
Bullets the size as a yoyo
And you can come over and give me some noggin but after that you gotta go go
Make that hoe nut, now its c*m on my polo
Got like two hoes in a four door
Give a f*ck if you pullin up with 30 .44's
You better go and get four more
I call Ugly E he gon come with that choppa
We uppin that b*tch and go blocka
[?] chop it up witcho b*tch like Baraka
And after I hit ima block her
She tried to tell me she gon stay at my casa
I told her she lion mufasa
S smokin gas and do not try to hit it cuz he do not blow with imposters
C Bruh do not f*ck around with no swishers cuz he rollin woods cuz its simple
AR-15, a supressor and beam, he roll up and get popped like a pimple
[?] and Ron doin hits out a rental, the holes in yo face like a dimple
Hundred round blow give a f*ck bout reloadin
I swear to god it leave him crippled
Big booty b*tches I f*ck on the daily b*tch I just want top if it's little
The hoe say she hungry but it ain't no biggie so I went and copped her some skittles
And b*tch I be ballin but I do not dribble the bullet a make his ass wiggle
And when we blow ninas it sound like a gym
When y'all blow b*tch it sound like a whistle
Run up on me and get shot in yo temple
Suppressors be longer than pencils
I see yo Beyonce, she got some potential
So when I just f*ck, I giggle
Yo b*tch crossin words with a n*gga, no scribble
Just watch how I do instrumentals
And bro smokin sharp cuz it's sweet
Presidential and all of this sh*t confidential
Bronem come through, pop yo ass with a green dot
I'm f*ckin yo b*tch to some Cdot
Make em play pus*y, get f*cked like a G-spot
Swear to God I f*ck on treetop
b*tch smoke for you n*ggas that's thinkin y'all cold
We a give his ass heat like a teapot
Hit the galleria inside of the beamer and this b*tch head look like peac*cks
I'm outta line cuz I'm f*ckin Latinos and hoes say I'm reckless like Rico
[?] come through [?] dont reload
We set it off like Cleo
I got my sh*t took like a n*gga seen Debo
That b*tch got water no Nemo
Insides the coupe it look like a torpedo
The seats the same color Fritos
Can't [?] cuz im thinkin my fist broke
[?] hit tho
Spray the whole thing what the f*ck is a Crisco
Make his ass dance like a disco
DGNT gon pop sh*t like some Crisco
I swear to God hoes on my di*k though
But she just be f*ckin me cuz of my wrist though
We movin weight like a big hoe