Game Time

This chopper in my lap, that's the only bitch that's cuddled up

And bitch, it's game time, baby, think it's time to huddle up

These fuck-**** looking scrawny, ****, get your muscle up

You trying to get your bread up, well ****, get your hustle up

I shoot at fans and paparazzi, please don't do no running up

Them holes in that **** head, 'cause he is a dumb fuck

Bitch, I got supplies, I'm just looking for the customers

I'm taking shit back over, bitch, I'm sorry, boy, your summer's up

They thought a **** was finished, well, you got me fucked up

I'm making sure the work done before I hit the ganja

I'm trapping all week, bitch, from sun down to sun up

In kitchen with them pounds and the water bubbled up

I'm steady counting blues, you can call a **** Donald Duck

You staring at my shoes and they don't cost a hundred bucks

What you want to do? Bitch, we shoot it or it's upper cuts

Bad bitch with some Yeezys on, I call her Donda

These **** be so funny, just be talking, shut the fuck up

These shitty ass rappers in the toilet, you need to plunge them up

Acting like you gangsta, pussy-boy, you is a buttercup

I getting more more successful while they hating, it's so wonderful

This chopper in my lap, that's the only bitch that's cuddled up

And bitch, it's game time, baby, think it's time to huddle up

These fuck-**** looking scrawny, ****, get your muscle up

You trying to get your bread up, well ****, get your hustle up

I shoot at fans and paparazzi, please don't do no running up

Them holes in that **** head, 'cause he is a dumb fuck

Bitch, I got supplies, I'm just looking for the customers

I'm taking shit back over, bitch, I'm sorry, boy, your summer's up