Game on Lock

Shit I'm Hot, and they not
I'm fucking hot, and they not
They think they hot, but they not
I'm fucking hot, I'm fucking hot

Game on lock
Youngin' jumping in this bitch with the keys
Told bro I'm a cheat sheet
Pop a pill I'm fucking geeking
Bleed green and I pee lean
Freak bitches wanna eat me
Lot of dope, got the cake up
Designer clothes on the way yeah
I skate on these records
I don't like that shortie
I'm throwing a lob Man I feel like Lamelo
You ain't never gon see another nigga like me
Bitch I'm Marcelo
I'm getting motion from the poetry
I'm a drugged up Othello
Packs strapped like Velcro
Control the game like Pirlo
Middle of the field Belly of the beast
Play the bitch like a P5
I just popped a fucking P5
With an international Feline
She a bad bitch wanna be mine
Under covers got her feet wide, finna deep dive
Fuck my new bitch 6 times
So she only got 3 lives left (what?)
International Feline
If I don't call twice she ain't replying
Now she call I hit decline
Killed that pussy like 6 times
And we finna do it 3 times, this night

See we some soldiers in the game getting that paper (whoa, whoa)
Couple hundred k on that reup (yuh, yuh)
And my shortie hate it when I'm playing FIFA
I keep that bitch around so I don't kick my feet up
And she a leaner
Puffing reefer blowing hella sativa
Half cast bitch on my dick and she bad bad
Shoutout my ABJ dawgs, shoutout the broskis
Koko said don't be no hoe, drink the whole thing



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Writer(s): Abraham Juma
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