Game Time – BabyTron

Shit, that’s a Danny G beat
Getta Beats
Huh, yeah
Damn, JakeSand
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah (ShittyBoyz)
Y’all gon’ make me crank the notch up just to prove a point
Bitch
Y’all gon’ make me crank the notch up just to prove a point
Bitch
Y’all gon’ make me crank the notch up just to prove a point (Yeah)
Y’all gon’ make me crank the notch up just to prove a point (Yeah)
Y’all gon’ make me crank the notch up just to prove a point (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch, ayy

Game time, bitch, it’s on the floor like a personal
All this fake beef popping up, I ain’t heard of you
Voilà, made some green paper then I turned it blue
How it feel looking at my wave from a surfer view?
BM to the W, this a German coupe
Summer gon’ be hot, catch you out then we burning you
If I hear it’s up, bitch, you gon’ see my vertical
Fifty floors up, out of town, this a perfect view

How you jumping to the deep and end up kicking it with shrimps?
Turn around, turn around like, shit, I’m dizzy than a bitch
Brodie tripping off a whippit and a sixth up in his Brisk
God bless the scams, bitch, I’m getting rich up off a glitch
If we catch you in a Lyft, we gon’ lift you out the Lyft
Paint yo ride up, something like Xzibit when he pimp
Dre dropped a skelly, got a faucet dripping off his wrist
You can’t take the heat, something like the Pistons in ’06
Bitch, I’ma ball until it’s time for me to pass the torch
All that damn plug talk, what you lagging for?
Neiman Marcus bags full of shit you can’t afford
Summertime, I want a foreign truck, I might cash a Porsche
This life shit a movie, you can’t rewind or fast forward
Off-Whites, twenty-five hundred on some damn Forces
Designer bags back in high school, ain’t never JanSport
How you wanna see yo brother ball? Ain’t never passed to him
How you wanna see me win? You ain’t never acted like it
Huh, yeah
How you wanna see me win? You ain’t never acted like it
They used to kick me at my lowest, now let’s see who stack the highest
They said they wanna see me win, I know they praying that I lose
Up the roll like I’m Cripping, you know I came in with some blues
Headshot him in the foreign, left him shaking in the coupe
Finna go score, let me finish lacing up my shoes
Told her that my heart empty but my baby bottle full
Feel like A.J., the style that I got’s phenomenal
When you talk about Tron, the “un” in front of “stoppable”
Boy, you like a door, you gotta push, you ain’t got no pull
I was seventeen, they told me I’ll be the GOAT one day
Better make sure yo stack right ‘fore you blow some pape
The shoes that you got on yo feet, I’ll throw away
Me versus you? Come on now, it ain’t no debate
When I was underwater, I ain’t drown, I made it to the shore
Walking out of Blue Flame, I left yo savings on the floor
Parked around the corner, he won’t even make it to the store
Talking like a star but you ain’t never playing in the fort
Shipping iPhones, switching time zones
If we hear it’s up then we jumping like it’s Sky Zone
Why you cuff her ugly-ass? She worser than my side ho
Turned thirteen at eleven, fuck the Five-O

Game time, bitch, it’s on the floor like a personal
All this fake beef popping up, I ain’t heard of you
Voilà, made some green paper then I turned it blue
How it feel looking at my wave from a surfer view?
BM to the W, this a German coupe
Summer gon’ be hot, catch you out then we burning you
If I hear it’s up, bitch, you gon’ see my vertical
Fifty floors up, out of town, this a perfect view