Game lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm a top shop, n*gga, no extra
My n*ggas gon' fire, no extras
Can't hop out the ride, no exists
Had to hop out the side, get reverage

[Chorus]
She don't talk, she don't want me to pay for it
n*ggas face to high, can't lay low
n*ggas pull out when I hop out the [?]
Big nine so a n*gga wanna hang on
n*ggas whip to fly for a take-over
n*gga fear to fly, need a halo
Want the tip now a b*tch wanna stay over
Told her to fly right to me, no lay over
I'll trip if the b*tch want fame
Can't face it, f*ck all the lame
Make her vibrate when I switch out lane
Ego high inside this game

[Verse 2]
Took the fast way up, no clip
Quartеr M when I talk about Dior
I don't like no bad ho pictures, 'causе she might get the wrong idea
'Cause they might think a young n*gga gone
Took my dog to a plane that foreign
Got a five star b*tch performance
She a lil' ho, think I'm conforming
Got racks, n*ggas, ain't even touring
If a n*gga [?] get swarmed, ayy
'Cause snipe n*gga right out the yawn, ayy
Three b*tch wanna pop out of spawn, ayy
[?] church, n*gga, standing ovation
Got dogsh*t [?]
Two shows, shout-out the nation
[?] I can spot out the nature
On the road, aerial location
Beat it up like you ho want a placement
Show off for a n*gga [?]
I'm the spot when she hop out the range
[Chorus]
She don't talk, she don't want me to pay for it
n*ggas face to high, can't lay low
n*ggas pull out when I hop out the [?]
Big nine so a n*gga wanna hang on
n*ggas whip to fly for a take-over
n*gga fear to fly, need a halo
Want the tip now a b*tch wanna stay over
Told her to fly right to me, no lay over (Fly right to me)
I'll trip if the b*tch want fame
Can't face it, f*ck all the lame
Make her vibrate when I switch out lane
Ego high inside this game

[Bridge]
Ego high inside this game
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 3]
Dogs on the outside, opps on the outside
Pull up to hop out fleak
Yeah, n*ggas be hostile
Turn on the [?] soon as I hop out of reach, yeah
Geeked on the wifi, slide to the cop side
She wanna pop out easy, yeah
Beat up the guala, thank god to Allah
I make a wild life n*ggas some pasta
Foot on the gas, got me f*cking the to race up
Top Ten, b*tch, give a f*ck 'bout some make up
Eight-hundred flat for the fabric that's waist up
Homer chain, I don't listen to Frank much
Broke n*gga, we gon' recycle and waste him
I don't look up my idols, I race 'em
f*ck n*gga really my child I raised 'em
Brand new fire when I hop out the side, that's game