Game Fucked Up

[Producer Tag]

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

You got the game fucked up like a glitch up on your Nintendo Switch

Run and tell 'em Chris, goin’ celibate

'Cause nobody fucking with me on that higher level shit

I ain't stunting for the gram, you could only tell I’m rich

If you hire a forensic accountant for all I'm making

From all my limited liability corporations

Hating all they can do, taking what's on the menu

All of it I be ordering for the lengths that I went to

Pausing is not an option, my start button is broken

So while your game's frozen I'm sparking up an explosion

With my red dead revolver that's targeting my opponents

Your boy is sicker than COVID, no argument I'm the chosen

Approaching thе top so the hate I handle it oftеn

But still they turn the other way when they see this animal crossing

You better watch how you play me, I got a gambling problem

I'll body slam em in a costume and put their mans in a coffin

And put my hands on ’em and damage ’em, go check on my file

A devilish child, master of this veteran style

Ever since I took my very first breath of the wild

I been aiming my bow and arrow at they neck from a mile

I let it fly, let 'em bleed, I just kill ’em, proceed

Follow that assassin's creed with a trick up my sleeve

Every syllable is billable, my billion streams

Is making millions, I'm living my dreams

So I tell 'em like...

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

Yeah ayy, circle up

Set this bitch on fire, we gon’ burn it up

Better duck if you come around us

Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up

Ayy ayy, circle up

Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up

Better duck if you come around us

Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]

I'ma set this bitch on fire, me and Webby about to slide

Got a date with death, are you surprised?

You niggas gettin' euthanized

How the fuck you getting crucified over dumb shit you said in '05

"Oh me, oh my," suck a dick and go die

How to make bread like bisquick

Time is money nigga, tick-tick

I'ma get over like a slit wrist

This palm would make for a big fish

I ain't saving these hoes, yeah a bitch wish

To be around me, that's a privilege

So why you all up in my business

You and that bitch I had kids with

I'm just California dreaming

I get head on California

She swallowed all my semen

I was scarred bitch, I was bleeding

No regard, you saw me grieving

Okay now the tables turned, I beat the odds and I got even

The devil a liar, I'm one hell of a guy

If they win so quick I do rails in Dubai

I'm in Beverly Hills on amphetamine pills

Fur on my back like Cruella de Vil

Got they off of cheese like I'm sweating on [?]

Fuck these niggas, ain't handing out meals

My hand on my steel, just ran out of my pills

Somebody get help, god dammit I'm ill

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

Yeah ayy, circle up

Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up

Better duck if you come around us

Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up

Ayy ayy, circle up

Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up

Better duck if you come around us

Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up