Game Boy

[Intro] (Say Wop?) (Jah) [Chorus] Oh, there go them game boys, duckin' from them cop cars You gon' go with the movin' when you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks, we gon' leave ya mopped up We pull up and they ain’t on shit, we jump out tryna stop sum One in the head, stop sum I say you shoot, you better knock sum In here with the murder babies, beggin' me to drop sum I’ma stop the SRT, bangin', you don't stop dumpin' I’ma shoot the shit right from the street Hurry up, the cops comin’ [Verse] My lawyer on my ass bad, tellin' me "Put a million on it” Them feds ain’t tryna give no pass, this bigger than just a city on it At my granny house with them killers 'round me They don’t wanna strap but them hittas on me Tryna put a bag on any bitch, I don’t give a fuck, get rid of homie Gutta bitch, let her drive the Bentley Youngin' trillin', facin' five convictions Turn the music up while talkin' in the car, high dimension Confiscation, say how many Them pussy boys who building tension And I’m knowin' that ain’t being specific, I’m referring to all them stupid bitches [Chorus] Oh, there go them game boys, duckin' from them cop cars You gon' go with the movin' when you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks, we gon' leave ya mopped up We pull up and they ain’t on shit, we jump out tryna stop sum One in the head, stop sum I say you shoot, you better knock sum In here with the murder babies, beggin' me to drop sum I’ma stop the SRT, bangin', you don't stop dumpin' I’ma shoot the shit right from the street Hurry up, the cops comin’ [Open Verse] [Outro] (Ken gon' hit this hoe fasho)