Game Time

(Verse)
You ain't got no dog shit, I'll show you how to get this shit
Go get you a blender, I can show you how to mix this shit
But that ain't the only way, I got a whole list of shit
Got a whole list of hoes, different hoes, pick a bitch
Peekaboo! Let her be with you after I hit the bitch
My dog and them got rollies but I'm tryna get us richie rich, more rich
If I had a choice, we'd be on Forbes list
Would you be poor or rich? Would you be…
(Uh)
Perky after perky, I don't think the meds work
Promise imma chase these millions till my fucking legs hurt
Till my fucking ankles pop, this shit ain't bout no chain or watch
Shit ain't about claiming blocks, shit is you in that gang or not?
(Nah! Nah!)
Is you gon bust that brain or not? I done lost niggas I thought was riding till the chain poppеd
Gotti that's my brother, I feel like we got thе same pop
Like we got the same mom, rapping, trapping, same time
Seen me hop out, make that switch get him
He don't fuck no top tiers, let's make a bitch get him
He was dissin' on the dead, now he dead with 'em
Oh that's your twin? I wish that you got put to bed with him
Real victims, know my past can't get erased
(Uh)
I can't get replaced they get behind me, it's a chase
(Uh)
I can't get a case, most my homies done got sentenced, some feds some state
In these trenches it ain't safe, I seen a rat kill a snake
Seen a rat raise a mouse, you know how that turnt out
In a Track, you smell the tires burning when we turnt out
In my act, I tell them go and turn up when I'm burnt out
Niggas dissin' me for clout, take his sneakers, stomp him out

(Verse 2)
(Uh)
Cruising down the street, GLE 63 fully-loaded twin turbo pipes on it, AMG
Turn it up, make that some light shit, get me from A to B
Turnt it up. No they don't like this, this shit they hate to see
Pure dope, shit you could put me in the blender, make a three
Pure coke, shit you could drop me in the Pyrex, make a key
Real gangsta, you could drop me in the projects with a G…
L-O-C-K, Gen Five 23
Came from sliding four deep in a fucking Ford Taurus spinning 54th St
Lucky on the fourth street, Savage on the sixth street, they putting niggas six feet
Dedicated to that spinning, niggas barely getting sleep
Don't compare me to these niggas like I wasn't into beef
Don't compare me to these rappers like I wasn't in these streets
Riding 'round with 60 plus, just me and Sosa in the Jeep
Shit we did this shit for hours, then for days, shit for weeks
Shit I did this shit for years, niggas don't compare to me
Niggas act like they my peers, I think niggas scared of me
I done seen real niggas perish, niggas need to cherish me
Niggas need to cherish me
Niggas need to cherish me