Game Day
Y'all down here like it's Tetris or something nigga
Like, like we playin' some kind of game or something
Fuck wrong with these niggaz man
Come on man, Come on man
They know the game umm motherfuck
It can be mortal combat muthafucka
Here come the first pitch bitch one hundred and fifty
Cancel mufuckin' Christmas get down to the nitty
Down for the gritty, gee out now we gettin' all litty
Got everybody askin' him he didn't or did he
Do it alone you slip gone leave two in the dome
Ain't nothing to see here just move it along
Homie I'm a hound but ain't no chewin' no bone
I'm out here tryin' to eat until the food all gone nigga
Then go on give me some mo
The whole gang flippin' dough
We don't play around with these hoes
Why he holdin' up that nigga said he would go
I know a nigga wit no heart now that's a heavier load
Said it before so I don't need to say it again (No)
I know it ain't a game but you still play it to win
End up takin' ya chin and probably breakin' ya bitch
Don't give a fuck who it is
I'm winnin' championships nigga
We ain't playing games you be my boy or my enemy
You try to fuck me over you gone peep what its finna be
Don't know me or kin to me you gone suffer the same way
Said we ain't playin' games but nigga this game day
We ain't playin' games you be my boy or my enemy
You try to fuck me over you gone peep what it's finna be
Don't know me or kin to me you suffer the same way
Said we ain't playin' games but nigga this game day
Like, like we playin' some kind of game or something
Fuck wrong with these niggaz man
Come on man, Come on man
They know the game umm motherfuck
It can be mortal combat muthafucka
Here come the first pitch bitch one hundred and fifty
Cancel mufuckin' Christmas get down to the nitty
Down for the gritty, gee out now we gettin' all litty
Got everybody askin' him he didn't or did he
Do it alone you slip gone leave two in the dome
Ain't nothing to see here just move it along
Homie I'm a hound but ain't no chewin' no bone
I'm out here tryin' to eat until the food all gone nigga
Then go on give me some mo
The whole gang flippin' dough
We don't play around with these hoes
Why he holdin' up that nigga said he would go
I know a nigga wit no heart now that's a heavier load
Said it before so I don't need to say it again (No)
I know it ain't a game but you still play it to win
End up takin' ya chin and probably breakin' ya bitch
Don't give a fuck who it is
I'm winnin' championships nigga
We ain't playing games you be my boy or my enemy
You try to fuck me over you gone peep what its finna be
Don't know me or kin to me you gone suffer the same way
Said we ain't playin' games but nigga this game day
We ain't playin' games you be my boy or my enemy
You try to fuck me over you gone peep what it's finna be
Don't know me or kin to me you suffer the same way
Said we ain't playin' games but nigga this game day
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Writer(s): Rema Lang
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