Game Time

Yeah, it's a rookie but a vet Listen, they wanna know how I'm R-O-T-Y

But I'm a vet at the same time

How he gon' switch for the bucks then try to come back

He thought it was Dame time

All that practicing you doing won't help you in game time

I feel like Adam Silver, Roger Goodell

Cause this game mine

Don't run from the reaper

Time to reap just what you sow

Yeah, you could be the flash but you gon always be a step too slow

They telling me that I'm one of the hardest

Told them I already know

If you ain't get my stamp then you better hope you don't run into bro

If you claim to be a rap nigga then you better hope that you don't run into me

Nigga been saying he cold, I guess that I'm Scorpion

We could go run it and see

Me and my vets 1 A through D

Yea I'm good inna west shit runs through me

Bang on shit like Ja so I don't give a fuck if your name Wemby

I do not care about your name, don't ask about a nigga who ain't in the frame

If he ain't in my pics, he not my man, like

fuck is you using your brain

If he ain't in my pics, just know he switched And that nigga switching the lanes

Nigga got left when we put in the pain

I feel like a viking, I'm one of the danes

I feel like a viking, I'm Jay Jettas

The O and the V, that's the best two letters

Your bitch want me cause I'm hitting it better

I feel like I'm party, I'm getting the wetter

I'm buffalo dip, I need that cheddar

I'm balling whenever, don't matter the m weather

Don't steal my flow bitch, earn your feathers

That ain't your flow like shit, ain't leather

Listen, once you on that side, it ain't no switching

Ain't no going back, mad I took his bitch

She feel like mine, the way she throw it back That ain't your bitch, she whatever, niggas throwing racks

Don't know why she came to me, I'm Mr. Crabs so I ain't throwing that

She think it's October, I ain't tricking for no treat

But she still wanted that sandwich with no bread

She grabbing meat

Tell that boy he better bring a army, he wanna step to me

Cause I'm coming with my vets, with my troop with my fleet

Yeah, you know who im with, so you better bring that stick

We riding dirty, the stick in the whip

And bro, you should know I ain't talking the shift

Let me chill, cause that's too fed

They know you ain't winning, they takin the spread

Don't let the tough talk get to your head

Bitch, I ain't stutter, you heard what I said

Listen, once you on that side, it ain't no switching

Ain't no going back, mad I took his bitch

She feel like mine, the way she throw it back That ain't your bitch, she whatever, niggas throwing racks

Don't know why she came to me, I'm Mr. Crabs so I ain't throwing that