Game Time

[Verse 1: Bossland Chris]
How you small timin', can't walk a mile in these Yeezys
Big diamonds on my pinky make any bitch please me
Beatin' up that road huh, real road runner
Make me chase you down to really show you I'm a soul hunter
Quick to take somethin', back table when that play comin'
My lil [?] cousi, bounce out and make him shake somethin'
Ay, put 3 up in his head like a bowling ball
Ay, why you always talkin shit that you dont know at all
Ay, and I was down bad now Im finna ball
Ay, you know Im always there when my brother call
Ay, you know you can't win if you can't take a fall
Ay, you know you can't walk if you ain't never crawl
Imma make some, first in line for that play cousin
Book me 4 or less, Im on my way tryna stain somethin'
Wipe a nigga nose, for them pros Im all on your hoe
Put her on the 4, kick her out, go and get some dough
Knockin' on your door, lay it down, bitch hit the floor
Huh, ay, you better hit the floor
Knockin on your door, lay it down, bitch hit the floor
Ay, bitch, you better hit the floor
Its game time, big 40 on my waistline
I went to jail and came back, you still on that same line
You rap niggas cappin' ay, Im really in the field
Walk ups, no drive bys, Im tryna see a nigga spilled
Ay its real on this side of the gate nigga
Buffed up on the net, you really fake nigga
*Bang bang bang bang* Thats that K nigga
*Bang bang bang bang* Thats that drake nigga
Who the fuck is lil dawg on that fool shit, ay
Who the fuck who the fuck you think doin shit, us
That 40 left a nigga in the dust, its a rush
Im gettin' to the bag its a must, niggas puffed
Imma big dog like Clifford
Them diamonds still dancin' off the richter
Suck dick so good I shoulda tipped her
But Im a big boss I can't tip her