Gametime (with Aminé)

You know I won't miss
Let's go, it's game time

So official, they blowin' the whistle
I handle the rock, and I'm dishin' it off, feel like I'm Pete with the pistol
I know when you lookin' at me and the squad, you don't be wantin' no issues
I'm hittin' the shot, three, two one, so here, go, a box full of tissues
(Let's go, it's game time) you know I don't play 'bout money
They throw up the rock, I'm comin' for rings, I know you know how I'm comin'
I'm out in L.A. like King 23, throwin' up oops, it's nothin'
You need to let boys be boys before they put one in your head when they dunkin'

Cock it then I shoot it through the net, swish
I'm, I'm so hot, I can't be stopped, you know I'm restless
Puttin' up them numbers, scorin' like my name was Michael Jordan
I could probably do it with my right and with my left wrist (sheesh)
That's the combo
When it comes to my respect, I need it pronto
I treat my Tuesdays with a taco, that's the motto
I could ball out on whoever, I'm the honcho

So official, they blowin' the whistle
I handle the rock, and I'm dishin' it off, I feel like I'm Pete with the pistol
I know when you lookin' at me and the squad, you don't be wantin' no issues
I'm hittin' the shot, three, two one, so here, go, a box full of tissues
(Let's go, it's game time) you know I don't play 'bout money
They throw up the rock, I'm comin' for rings, I know you know how I'm comin'
I'm out in L.A. like King 23, throwin' up oops, it's nothin'
You need to let boys be boys before they put one in your head when they dunkin'

Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys
Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys
Slam

Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys

Green light, so you know I won't miss (know I won't miss)
Ran up the score, I could tell they jealous (tell they jealous)
You don't want no problems with my team, we all lit (team, we all lit)
Better chill out 'cause we really ballin' (really ballin')
Ayy, swish, I'm ballin' (ball swish)
Ayy, rented called in (ball, swish)
Made a buzzer beater, now I'm on Good Morning (yeah)
America at eight-o'clock in the mornin'
We cannot relate 'cause your life is so boring (woo)

Still bustin', straight bustin'
They told me I couldn't do it from beginning (woo)
Still bustin' (yeah), straight bustin'
Euro-stepped into my bag, now I'm ballin'
Still bustin', straight bustin'
They told me I couldn't do it from beginning (woo)
Still bustin' (yeah), straight bustin'
Euro-stepped into my bag now I'm ballin'

Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys
Slam, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Let the boys be boys
Slam

Slam
Let the boys be boys
Slam



Credits
Writer(s): Jason William Mizell, Latasha Williams, Blaise Railey, Tyler Justin Sharpe, Adam Amine Daniel, Chylow M. Parker, Fred Jr. Scruggs, Kirk Jones, Tyrone Taylor
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