Game Winner

[Intro: Louie Ray]
(Check the score)
Okay
Okay
Let's do it grand and get a bag
Boy

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
My lil' bitch a goon, she took one to the thigh
Argument became a scuffle, she caught one to the eye
The only thing he wanna do is catch a body for the guys
If he on my side, he can't do no wrong in my eyes (Not at all)
Okay, we doing excellent, this the A team (Yup)
I can't fuck around with B 'cause he told on C (Nah)
That's almost like fucking with a nigga that told on D (Huh?)
It would've been some small time, nigga, Lil E

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
The rap game changed overnight and we the ones to blame
I could never love another bitch, I just be running game
Thermal scope on my AR pistol just for longer range
Coach, please put me in at point, watch the numbers change
I think dawg gettin' tired, watch the jumper fade
Catch a nigga comin' to the light, made him pump the brakes
On the road headed to some pape', we hit a bunch of states
Gold mine in my kitchen cabinet, it's a bunch of drank

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
810-969-7118
Call that number right now, you tryna get some yay
But I got another number you can call for weight
45-0-0-0, oh nah, that's what you gotta pay
I dropped three hundred shots, I can't believe them niggas got away
Damn, I need another K
Before the open carry law made it to Michigan, I had a micro Drac'
If you see me with a pen, I'll autograph some titties, I don't write on paper

[Verse 4: AllStar Lee]
Get an Audi, rim it up, then paint it up
Gotta blow a band every night for all my pain and sufferin'
You a grown man gettin' your ass beat running
You swing on me, you dead before your hand land on me
I see you lil' broke niggas up off unemployment
I ain't hatin', get your pape', I hope you enjoyin' it
Think you can fuck with me, then I'ma up a sixty on you
And get you robbed for that lil' cheese you be postin'

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm finna drink that whole pint bottle, leave it open
Pull up in a Scat' thinkin' it's that, I'm droppin' Demon on you
No homo, Glock got thirty shots, I whipped out penis on 'em
Stuff her pussy to capacity and still got work, is your cleavage open?
We like the all-time Lakers, boy, our roster crazy
Beatin' her back in for two months, got her posture changing
This a fully chop with a hundred shots, I ain't gotta aim it
I was finna stuff the pills in her raw, but they say condoms safer

[Verse 6: AllStar JR]
Ayy, I need the AP with the head blue
When you speak on APs, you mean two bedrooms
I'm too ratchet, we can't make it to the bedroom
Fuckin' in the front seat, bitch, I'ma need some leg room
I clear my mind, gettin' high in Versace
I got that white girl, Diana Taurasi
Cookie P's like Taraji, piece wet as Dasani
I need a ghetto pretty bitch with a magnificent body
Game winner, deep ball, Dame Lillard
Lost my chain in the 'caine 'cause they got the same glitter
Popped your mans, your ass in the same 'spital
Hit your bitch and the road in the same rental

[Verse 7: Louie Ray]
Same guns as TI, but raised my son like Domani
Used to hit the tailgates on twenty-eights, this a Monte
I'm from the West Path, but got the whole 5th behind me
Gotta pull a deuce of Act' out your ass to surprise me
I came off Balenciagas, not the wide feet
We be havin' main action traffic on the side street
Told bro, "You know we all together, get beside me"
I ain't givin' out no energy, this shit behind me (Never)

[Verse 8: AllStar Lee]
I fucked two blood sisters, yeah, I know I'm toxic
Them hoes don't even know and I ain't gon' tell nobody
Your son be lookin' at your ass like a failure, probably
The chopper chew your ass up, they gon' smell your body
Benz outside, this bitch on the car dick
We be sellin' everything, bitch, the spot like Target
You ain't even platinum, I don't even want no parts, bitch
Told the ho to look up, you fuckin' with a star, bitch

[Verse 9: RMC Mike]
One-man army, bitch, I move by myself
Niggas need a handout, I'm puttin' food on the shelf
I could bust a bag down and have it moved without no help
Finna drink a ten, unc' done took a two out my twelve
I'm slappin' on the verse, it's two minutes after twelve
She said I act rude, she hit the head on the nail
In here blowing real weed, is you prepared for the smell?
Tryna do a one-on-one, is you prepared for the field? (Check the score)