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 can 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 their 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 [?] like a slit wrist
This palm wouldn't make for a [?]
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 Californiacation
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 lie, I'm one hell of a guy
If they [?]
I'm in Beverly Hills on amphetamine pills
Fur on my back like Cruella de Vil
[?]
Fuck these niggas, ain't handing out meals
[?]
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