Think It's a Game (feat. Vory)

It's too much, too much, too much, yeah

Tell 'em

Just leave me in silence

Just got a call from all my ****, said they still 'bout it

Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it

Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it

****, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit

I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption

And your **** said he want action, so he get clapped quick

Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage

Pussy

Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?

Think it's a game, nothin' do you?

Think it's a game, yeah

My homie turned his back on me, I don't know how to feel about it

'Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won't kill 'bout it

'Cause **** be knowin' my business and don't be real solid

I got rеal problems

Made my list for the hoеs that flex, went back and still popped them

Couldn't be holding this shit down ten, went in my wheel body

Ain't seen my cousin inlike six months but still gon' drill 'bout him

He in those trenches and I can't act like I don't care 'bout it

This shit a war

****, I'm the plug, ain't no extension cord

Headshots soon as I spin the block, fuck you sent 'em for?

Like you ain't know we stand on opps, sent 'em to the Lord

Look 'em in they eyes 'til they die, without no feelings for 'em

Yeah, I done seen a couple M's at 22, **** who the fuck is you?

You say you got shooters with you?

Well, I got shooters too

All my **** missin' screws

All they know is true

He a killer but his aim off

So we must recruit

That **** tryin' me and mine, bitch I'm tyin' boots, yeah

They tellin' everything but the truth

Don't need no soldiers talkin' for me, baby I'm a troop

Done named my shooter Stephen Curry, all he know is shoot, yeah

I'm talkin' close range

Say your **** out here wildin', we on the same thing, yeah

We on the same thing

His pain is my pain, we got the same pain

Glock .40 help me sleep better

Know where you live, know where I live

So we could creep better

Go get your gun, I make my gun turn you to three letters

And have you soul forever rest in peace

No, we better than that

New Berrettas and MACs

New vendettas attached

And we can never get back

Now you can never relax

You gotta forever be strapped, pussy

In the valleys of the shadows of death

Will the reaper be regained?

We never pressed to play them

Clubs on the weekend 'cause that's gon' lead us only

Thuggin' and beefin' with some lil **** that's beneath us

Probably ain't even eatin', that's lose-lose

We kill ten of y'all, we ain't even even

You **** jealous

Girl, just leave me in silence

Just got a call from all my ****, said they still 'bout it

Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it

Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it

****, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit

I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption

And your **** said he want action, so he get clapped quick

Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage

Pussy

Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?

Think it's a game, nothin' do you?

Think it's a game, yeah