THE GAME lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: JAHHLU & Motörhead]
Yeah (It's time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Hahahahahaha)

[Chorus: JAHHLU]
Yeah, all of my n*ggas they be in that trap house
We put that boy in submission he tap out
Bringing that blicky to Monday Night Raw
And I'm bringing that choppa to Friday Night Smackdown
We put that boy through a table
I'm going stupid like I am disabled
You cannot run whenever I shoot
All these bullets get shot in your ankle, b*tch
I know when they talking, I don't wanna f*ck
f*ck from the back make her walk with a strut
I got a bad ass b*tch named Tia
And I'm finna tea her, putting my di*k in her guts
Walk in that booth with like 10 on my body
Certifiеd high, n*gga movin' like Bobby
b*tch I got money, on money, on monеy, on money
I might park that Bentley on my f*ckin' body
[Verse: midwxst]
Mixin that Rick with the Marni
Heater on me, no you cannot disarm me
My brother keepin' that sh*t Dionny
I need a new coupe, I might cop the Ferrari
They not rendering what I say
I brought in that crew with a mask on my face
No I'm not in a clan, but my bro got a K
I'm counting on blues, not talkin' bout jay
My n*ggas be sippin', I'm off of the tea
I'm still with my gang, I'm still with my slatt, slatt!
Might go a buy a n*gga weight for the zap, yeah
I like a lil' b*tch with some attitude
I'm bout to go blow me a bag or two
We gonna put that boy on the news
Posted outside and I stay with a crew
You border rope me and I'm gonna have to shoot
b*tch!

[Pre-Chorus: JAHHLU & Motörhead]
Yeah (It's time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Time to play the game)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Hahahahahaha)
[Chorus: JAHHLU]
Yeah, all of my n*ggas they be in that trap house
We put that boy in submission he tap out
Bringing that blicky to Monday Night Raw
And I'm bringing that choppa to Friday Night Smackdown
We put that boy through a table
I'm going stupid like I am disabled
You cannot run whenever I shoot
All these bullets get shot in your ankle, b*tch
I know when they talking, I don't wanna f*ck
f*ck from the back make her walk with a strut
I got a bad ass b*tch named Tia
And I'm finna tea her, putting my di*k in her guts
Walk in that booth with like 10 on my body
Certified high, n*gga movin' like Bobby
b*tch I got money, on money, on money, on money
I might park that Bentley on my f*ckin' body