The Game Lyrics

I love hanging with older people

They talk to me with hope

Sensei behind the scopes

When I got this Game on choke

I love this shit more than my folks still push the pen alone n' broke

I'm the type that like to boast could make you hate if you a foe

If I can't choose I'm picking both

Zs to the face Reload a Goat

I'm the type that like to smoke Love-Hate relation with the dro'

I'm litty on and off the show

I'm active on and off the phone

Accy!

Them niggas rich but they steady pour

Whole lot of things you didn't know

GD's and Drillaz through the door

They say cooking for the hoes but them boys loyal to a stove

9milli every store

This a Pistol undercoat

Beretta Tote

Free smoke bitch barrel blowing O's

Eat this pole deep-throat dick then I send her home

Sentient being niggas got no meaning

Taking out my clones

I don't wear shit for pose could step on you with yellow clothes

Volcano engine

I sweep turn the street to Yellowstone

Just wore out this Yellow-bone and switched the ending pull out strong

When I hit I pull em thongs then shoot that nut up on her dome

Mix-match two tones swagger from my provolone

Put that cheese up in his hand my nigga transform to a drone.

Put that cheese up in you hand now you forgot who put you on

It's wrong

Big stick look like a branch I'm going monkey with the chrome

like Kong

Yea Yea

I said Bitch get out y'a feelings ain't no fucking love in this drug dealin'

How you want my children only thing we did was pussy drillin'

I don't know no limits but I push the cello not the ceiling

Steady on the celly flipping methods might just make a living

I'll bomb this bitch and ask who did it ? Yea that's 9/11

Disappear Houdini and then ask these niggas who gon tell em'?

Run shit back like Tenet up this block

All them windows tinted

Coming like dentist in her mouth

Man I fuck with Jenni

Hang round me like pendant

Need some sugar she can come pin it

Let that hoe know I'm independent

I penetrate and exit

Got bulk off my own weight

I call it callisthenics

Mask up on my whole face

But we pretty far from Venice

Man get out my whole way

This not a threat this a menace

He pulled up in a gold wraith

So I pull that Deagle from his denim

It don't make sense

But them niggas they gon' dead em

USA ! Shoot shit up do your time

No stressin

White collar crime niggas lying

No confessions

White parmesan very fine not from Italy

I'm still alive

Middle finger crossed to my old exes

The bitch ask me a question but she really want both answers

Tell the FBI come fetch me they can catch me Bo Flexin'

Cooler than a bitch up in this bitch but my brain anxious

Cause I question everything that come meet my eye axis

Do your dance

Don't trust y'a smile to your face and still crash it

No proof

but Im still wininnin

No pool

You could still go swimming

Big P£Ri on some big business

You know it

Fuck with me!