PUT YOU ON GAME (feat. KnG FsT) [Remix]

Ayy, tell them niggas wait on it, don't hate on it, lil bitch, Ray-Ban Mafia
In front of the class like let me put you up on game
They won't get the picture til we knock him out the frame
I'm tryna bowl a 300 tell a bitch stay in her lane

I'll take the last shot like hero cause with this heat I got good aim
In front of the class like let me put you up on game
They won't get the picture til we knock him out the frame
I'm tryna bowl a 300 tell a bitch stay in her lane

I'll take the last shot like hero cause with this heat I got good aim
Put me in the game I'm getting glitchy I'm getting blurry
I can shoot from long range cause I got range like Steph Curry's
I can hit you with this 42 I got shots like James Worthy

I mix the cookies with ice cream and now I'm smoking a McFlurry
I drip like ice cream in the summer when I put on all my jewelry
My little shooters wanna drill they use to playing call it duty
Came through with a bag like they left me milk and

Cookies me and King playing hall of fame I can't be fucking with no rookie
Ja Morant I throw a pass man and I ain't even looking
Smoking better than sex cake the neighbors smell it when it's cooking
Yeah the smell will lift your eyebrows like what the Rock is cooking

Yeah we smoking rapper weed we only smoking rapper cushy
In front of the class like let me put you up on game
They won't get the picture til we knock him out the frame
Trying bowl a 300 tell that bitch stay in her lane

Take the last shot like I'm hero with this heat I got good aim
In front of the class like let me put you up on game
They won't get the picture til we knock him out the frame
Trying bowl a 300 tell that bitch stay out of lane

Take the last shot like I'm hero with this heat I got good aim
I'm bout to teach you things, disclaimer the coolest flame
Work ethic said I'm Wayne, Euro gang trips to Spain
This is my window pane, it's blood on my windows stained

So fly recording this while jumping out the biggest plane
And when I land down I'm bout to call an audible
Touchdowns marginal, more tents than a carnival
Coming with the pump, smallgas than a conical

A native with the medicine, I'm looking like Geronimo
A square in my pants but they still want my barnacles
I see weed, pineapples in my follicles
Periodical, I'm building up my chronicles

Now they writing articles about my economicals
Yeah



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Writer(s): Nathan Davis
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