Game Time lyrics

[Hook: Jiles]
Hand down thats a man down, That's a heat check you won't see sh*t
We don't f*ck around with the f*ck around this ain't recess you gon' regret
Hand down that's a man down, That's a heat check you won't see sh*t
We don't f*ck around with the f*ck around this ain't recess you gon' regret
Hand down that's a man down, Hand down that's a man down, Hand down that's a man down
That's a heat check you won't see sh*t
Hand down that's a man down, Hand down that's a man down, Hand down that's a man down
That's a heat check you won't see sh*t

[Verse 1: Lord Felix]

AK-47 boy I hit up Kirilenko
n*ggas talking ballin' but they can’t even hit a free throw
They can’t ball with me though Jordan from the free throw
Hit a three then hit the dab like I'm the Migos
Ballin out the you know, ya girl be throwing punto
And you know I’m past the bull sh*t like Toni Kukoc
Shoutout to my barber Blake Griffin with the Clippers
Got a snub nose call that sh*t Scottie Pippen

[Verse 2: Jiles]
Mookie Blaylock EP bout to be a classic
AK-47 got it stuffed inside the mattress
Perc 30 to the face, I gotta get my jiggy on
Dab on the b*tch like Dee brown Im a hero now
6th man off the bench, Ginobli with that left
Whistle blowing ass n*ggas, I ain't f*cking with these refs
Demarcus cousins all in my group, we stay with them techs
You would've thought we was in the gym the way we catching rec
[Hook: Jiles]

Hand down thats a man down, That's a heat check you won't see sh*t
We don't f*ck around with the f*ck around this ain't recess you gon' regret
Hand down that's a man down, Thats a heat check you won't see sh*t
We don't f*ck around with the f*ck around this ain't recess you gon' regret
Hand down that's a man down, Hand down that's a man down, Hand down that's a man down
That's a heat check you won't see sh*t
Hand down that's a man down, Hand down that's a man down, Hand down that's a man down
That's a heat check you won't see sh*t

[Verse 3: Jiles]

Long range long range b*tch I got long range
Stephen curry with the sh*t b*tch I got good aim
You Ben Wallace with the shot boy, chop shop your whole block boy
You don't want it with the Van B Boys, this sh*t easy like a free throw
He know, we know, bullsh*tin' like D. Rose
Cross over so lethal and-one 3 amigos
I'm Phil Jackson with 11 rings, In NY with my n*gga Zings
Dirty glove I'm Gary Payton, why all you b*tch ass n*ggas hating

[Verse 4: Lord Felix]

Hit the club i might make it rain, i might save the day
Chauncey Billups kinda look like Major Payne
Rick Owens with the Eddie Bauer
She popped a xan and started dancing like she Dwight Howard
You 0 for 4. I’m 04 Emeka Okafor
They bow down, beg for mercy like they owe the boy
I'm Bonzi Wells on the block boy
All you n*ggas do is talk boy, better watch yo mouth boy
They up in Boston whipping Larry Birdies
Might pop a perc 30 then I score 30
Might buy my b*tch a Benz Ima fly her in
Cause she don’t really f*ck with White Iverson
If I’m Stockton, shoot the 3 before I pass it up
Cause we don’t feed the post to these Daffy Ducks
LeBron James ya album cause it's probably flopping
Turned my friend into a fiend, he look like Dennis Rodman
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