Game lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm a top shop, n*gga, no extra
My n*ggas gon' fire, no extras
Can't hop out the ride, no exists
Had to hop out the side, get leverage

[Chorus]
She don't talk, she don't want me to pay for it
n*ggas face to high, can't lay low
n*ggas plot when I hop out the [?]
Big knocks so n*ggas wanna hate on me
n*gga whip to fly for a take-over
n*gga feel to fly, need a halo
Want the tip, now a b*tch wanna stay over
Told her to fly right to me, no lay over
I was trippin', the b*tch want fame
Can't face it, f*ck on a lame
Make the [?] when I switch out the lanes
Ego high inside this game

[Verse 2]
Took the fast way up, no clip
Quarter M whеn I talk 'bout Dior
I don't like no bad ho pictures
'Cause shе might get the wrong idea
'Cause they might think a young n*gga gone
Took my dog to a plane that's foreign
Got a five star b*tch performance
She a lil' ho, think I'm conformin'
Got racks, n*gga's ain't even tourin'
If a n*gga bug out, get swarmed, ayy
'Cause I'll snipe n*gga right out the yawn, ayy
Three b*tch wanna pop out of spawn, ayy
New Detroit, n*gga, standin' ovation
Got dogsh*t, every notation
Two shows, shout-out the nation
[?] hoes I can spot out the nature
On the road, aerial location
Beat it up like the ho want a placement
Show off for a n*gga, go Geisha
On the spot when she hop out the Range
[Chorus]
She don't talk, she don't want me to pay for it
n*ggas face to high, can't lay low
n*ggas plot when I hop out the [?]
Big knocks so n*ggas wanna hate on me
n*gga whip to fly for a take-over
n*gga feel to fly, need a halo
Want the tip, now a b*tch wanna stay over
Told her to fly right to me, no lay over
I was trippin', the b*tch want fame
Can't face it, f*ck on a lame
Make the [?] when I switch out the lanes
Ego high inside this game

[Bridge]
Ego high inside this game
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 3]
Dogs on the outside, opps on the outside
Pull up, then hop out, fleak
Yeah, n*ggas be hostile, turn on the [?] out
Soon as I hop out of reach, yeah
Geeked on the WiFi, slide to the casa
She wanna pop out easy, yeah
Beat up the guala, thank God to Allah
I make a wild life n*ggas some pasta
Foot on the gas, got me f*cking the race up
Top ten b*tch, give a f*ck 'bout some make up
Eight-hundred flat for the fabric that's waist up
Homer chain, I don't listen to Frank much
Broke n*gga, we gon' recycle and waste him
I don't look up my idols, I race 'em
f*ck n*gga really my child, I raised 'em
Brand new fire when I hop out the side, that's game