Game On

[Intro]

From parts unknown

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]

Niggas wanna play? I ain't trippin' nigga game on

Tints so dark can't see shit with these shades on

We don't do no askin' round here we just take souls

Stock in a Glock and I'ma bust till his face gone

No it ain't the 40, walkin' funny 'cause the bankroll

Choppa get to singin', put that Draco on Drake mode

Make a nigga and his bitch dance, no tango

I'm bustin' then DaBoii is too, real bang bros

Take a bitch, bandit, these niggas can't stand it

They think I'm Mariah how I let go this Cannon

Shit get real we in the field we don't panic

Strap a 3K, tryna Klu Klux Klan shit

.45 get to trippin', like that bitch havin' a tantrum

Nerds tryna copy, you know I had to Uncle Sam 'em

Stomp a nigga out, in these Bred 1s band 'em

Dumb hoes, bum hoes, fuck I can't stand 'em

Wanna fuck with us you broke niggas betta team up

This 40 got me walkin 'round the hood like I'm King Tut

Bands on me bust down, bitch not a thing tucked

Was runnin' 'round the hood broke, till a nigga beast up

I'm from the North Pole

Where them niggas keep poles

Glock on T.O

Will make you sing like Ne-Yo

Coppin' guns but can't shoot, like Shaq at the free throw

And niggas cold, what the fuck you think I got this heat for?

Me and bro passin' bitches I can't even speak on

Back to back treat they ass, like we playin' ping-pong

XD on Dbuttahh pokin' out the peacoat

And this 40 shootin' shit that's knocking down King Kong Lil nigga

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]

Big four five on my hip got me leanin'

Already had Christian's, 'fore I walked up in Neiman's, nigga

Would you believe me if I said I talk demons, baby?

Red bottoms having conversations bout Jesus, baby

Young nigga still posted in the hood

Sending shots to a opp niggas thought it was good

Got K's, fuckface, cop Ace for the joog

Pourin' Ace for the pain 'cause I came from the mud

I was posted on the block 32 in the chop

Wit' a Glock that'll knock a nigga head to his socks

Nigga stop it, talking cash shit I'm the profit

Three bands for the 'fit you go broke tryna cop it

And a, young nigga never had shit, uh

Had to get it, had to add shit up

Grandma told me, 'baby never give up'

Find a hole and put your mans in one

[Verse 3: Daboii]

Whole gang in party, OMG that's a lotta poles

Make a wrong move, then them straps take a lotta souls

You a nappy head? Then them straps take a lotta fros

Try and cut me off, give a fuck got a lotta hoes

Rollin' up the loud, damn I think I met a angel

Bitch I'm the shit, got me feelin' like the anal

Syrup in that Sprite, nah nigga this ain't maple

He thought he had a bitch till we slid. Where his main go?

Stop speaking on my name, bitch you barely know the half

I would let you hold a loaf, but you barely good at math

Brought a .40 in the party, I ain't worried 'bout a jab

Tryna fuck? Where that check? I ain't worried 'bout no ass

Bitch... it's a muzzle on that strap

Break a bitch down when I fuck her from the back

I know bitches want my cheese, and I ain't cuffin' on a rat

And I know these niggas plottin', so I'm clutchin' on a strap

And I know these niggas fake, bro told me keep the circle small

Niggas really nerds what the fuck? Cut them Urkel's off

And you niggas fake, OMG, God who birthed 'em all?

Circle full of hittas, lil nigga ain't a nerd involved

[Verse 4: Lul G]

Bitch I been in these streets

Bitch I been totin' heat

No stock, big clips for you pussies tryna creep

SOB the gang for you niggas love to speak

Same young wild niggas, fuck a nigga bitch to sleep

But T.O. ridin' round with that draco

Stay up in yo lane lil nigga 'cause it's game on

Fuck around and have shots fired nigga case closed

Hit the stash spot, fuck a nigga need a bank for?

Me and Slimmy rollin' 'woods, of that dank up

Slid on the block, bounced out wit' they chains tucked

Callin' coppin please LOL that is lame stuff

Better be smart 'fore this .40 put yo' brains up

Big safe hold bands of them bankrolls

Broke boys can't compare, nigga these is play clothes

Nerd!