Game Time

[Verse 1: Pop Kreep]
Opp thots, she take pictures in Sally
Done run from the F, they got smacked with the jackie
Niggas like Slew, them niggas did him badly
He tried to run, tripped before he got clapped
Dee from the F was just duckin’ his top
Twin start glitching, thinking that’s Mdot
Fuck it, we had still caught us a dot
I knew he was an opp ‘cause I seen his fit
Nigga, he wanna be in the pics
Nigga thots on dick tryna be in the mix
She was up in the car, she wasn’t on the Mitch
Nigga, we was tryna catch us a hit
B-back blocks bendin’, tryna leave one of them done
Nigga chased Lil Makk, got booked for the gun
Woddy, he was just duckin’ for fun
Got booked for two of his ass, couldn’t say none
Mom want me chill but I’ma keep on bendin’
I pray to God but I keep on sinnin’
They better duck from the shots that I’m sendin’

[Chorus: Pop Kreep]
Kreep, Kreep-Kreep, bitch, it’s game time
Catch him on court, then we walk through baseline
Mas got shot in the face, call it facetime
They gonna run soon as I reach for my waistline
This is some shit you can’t bop to
You chill with the opps, you get shot too
Thottie, thought she was gon’ fuck ‘til she lined you

[Verse 2: Pop Kreep & Jodot Kreep]
Dummy, bitch, I go dumb in a Lulu
Don’t try to run, I’ma boom you (Pow pow)
Hollows connectin’ like Bluetooth
Knock at the trap, me and the bros like, “Who you?”
Kreep, Kreep-Kreep, all this pain I done been through
Nigga, I never needed no help
Fuck the opps, they keep linkin’ for help
Nigga, me and bro buggin’, been givin’ ‘em belt
X been died, he the top of the shelf
Nigga, Miguel got shot, know he couldn’t yell
Like, no, I’m not playin’ around
When I spin, everybody lay down
Every time we roll X, we passin’ him around
Nigga, I got the beam on the G
Nigga, no, you ain’t duckin’ from me
I’ma throw at his crew, tryna go for the P
Thottie on dick, givin’ neck in the V
Kreep, Kreep-Kreep
Deuce-Deuce get wavy, but I really love the P80
And I’m always outside, never needed no safety
Lil’ bro got flicky, almost hit a lady
‘Cause he tryna ball like he KD
And we both 5th, we jackin’ the 80s
In the store, we buggin’, do more than 180
Double hands on the G, I gotta keep it steady
Nigga Shh got popped in his head like confetti
Wanna go on a drill with a kreep? gotta be ready
Nigga, you wanna shoot from deep? you ain’t hittin’ nothin’ with that aim
He was tryna run, creep up, let it bang
Get too close, make sure you see some brains
The L’s, they know how we get
22 poles barkin’, dump for the set
Floater, he was just duckin’ the TEC
Chase, he never did nothin’ yet

[Chorus: Pop Kreep]
Bitch, it’s game time
Catch him on court, then we walk through the baseline
Mas got shot in the face, call it FaceTime
They gonna run soon as I reach for my waistline
This is some shit you can’t bop to
You chill with the opps, you get shot too
Thottie, thought she was gon’ fuck ’til she lined you
Kreep, Kreep, Kreep