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The Game

Change The Game

 

Change The Game

(альбом: DRILLMATIC Heart vs. Mind - 2022)


Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free
You're now fucking with Hit-Boy and G.A.M.E
It's Dolla $ign in this motherfucker (Dolla $ign)
Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter mil', my wrist, nigga

It's the Numinati (Bitches) move your body (This is)
The newest Audi, gassing on the 'Shaw next to Snoop and Rowdy
(Niggas) Moving oppy, so we in the coupe with shottys
And my nigga Ye just pulled up in two Bugattis
Don't ask me how, these Hit-Boy classic sounds
Put the Draco on my face, you can't back me down
Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce
And bitches just like the blunts, they get passed around
Give me the chronic or the cookies, the woods gon' spark to it
Niggas tryna ride our wave, we bringing the sharks to it
Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang in the dark to it
Brought the Westside back, C-Walk in the park to it
Game mode, 'bout to change my name to 3Pacs, nigga
I'm like three Pacs stepping in classic Reeboks, nigga
We shoot 'til it's empty, then we box niggas
It's like an R hanging from your neck when we Roc niggas

Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

Still here, never left
Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest
Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they drumming on the West
Chronic smoke in her lungs got her rubbing on her breasts
What's next? Pouring champagne on the rose
'Bout to fuck her in the rain 'til her nipples get cold, uh-huh
Numinati, put the ice on the gold
Got her living out the Birkin 'cause my life on the road
Whether in or out of town, I gotta floss the Dezzi
Get shot, I tell the block, "All dogs go to Heaven"
I'm not gon' stop, them tops is gon' drop
The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon' pop
Been rich for twenty years, this is not your level
On a show in a Hellcat, I just shot the devil
Uh, Drillmatic up and the bars coming from Attica
I stopped smoking weed and I'm going back to Africa

Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Ty Dolla in this bitch
And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Hurricane in the house, nigga
Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

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