.38 Special

[Intro: Blueface] I could talk your baby mama out her panty drawers Every day it's Cripmas, my son know his daddy Santa Claus Busting my clip if I decide to up it and set it off My ex bitch thought she was the best 'til she seen I was better off [Verse 1: The Game] .38 revolver, watch it wind up, baby On the horn like a rhino, get you lined up, baby Throw your Rollie in the sky, then your time's up, baby Like them drivers in LAX, we throw them signs up, baby Don't sign up to get signed off I wish death on you and them niggas that lined off It be the nigga in the picture with you That'll take you out the picture, used to kick it with you Why you niggas wanna frame me? 'Cause I got it out the mud like the military trained me And here's something you should know Me and 50 ain't never did a show Imagine if we did We would've passed down that BMF power to our kids I had that G-Unit bandana wrapped around my face Niggas kicked me out the group, then murder was the case [Chorus: The Game] It's that .38 special It's that .38 special [Verse 2: The Game] Timbo, baby Niggas put you on The Game, now the tempo crazy I've been all around New York in my Timbos lately Big steppin' out the Porsche, tinted windows, baby West Side Highway, blowing indo, baby Stick on me, it's The Game, not Nintendo, baby Put on any instrumental and watch him go crazy Drac' on me, I've been drilling since the intro, baby I'm a pimp, though, baby, ain't no limp though, baby I tell these hoes, "Run my money over Venmo", baby And this shit go crazy, I know them niggas gon' hate me I take a brick and make it flip and tell your bitch come braid me They say he that nigga, the K is Jack Ripper If they play my shit backwards, they play me back, Jigga They say he that nigga like Dre, 3 Stacks with him If they play this shit backwards, they playing me back, Jigga [Chorus: The Game] It's that .38 special It's that .38 special