Game Tight ft. ACToCold Lyrics

Got my game tight

And my aim right

I ain't fucking round

With none of them lame types

Got my game tight

And my aim right

I ain't fucking round

With none of them lame

I'm on top of everything

I get involved in

I take some basic shit

I train it and evolve it

You don't understand

I break it down and dissolve it

They see I'm bout to

Get shit started and they all quit

So take notice motherfucker

Or get that ass ran over

And when they say

I'm bout to pop shit my reaction is so duh

It's so obvi like so what

It's a given she chose up

Look I don't give her flowers

I give me I'm a flow-er

I'm pompous

My ego won't calm down it's monstrous

I keep a watch

On what I'm clocking I know what the time is

I'm where the line starts

And where the line end

It's malice in my heart

That push me forward bitch I'm grindin'

And Lord willing

Till the casket drop

I got a handle of it all

Even if my hands come off

They falling on dick

Way before my pants come off

I'm bout to run it up

If you ain't with it you could run off

Got my game tight

And my aim right

I ain't fucking round

With none of them lame types

Got my game tight

And my aim right

I ain't fucking round

With none of them lame

I could lie to you

Make it sound fly to you

And I could probably get her soaked

When she dry for you

Now fuck around

I'm at yo neck just like a tie on you

You acting like you got four wheels

I'll ride on you

I wanna get away

I fly away I'm Lenny'd up

Shit I'm so high

That my descent would take millennia

The only drip I need

Is dividends to get my pennies up

And God is down with me

So all He do is send me up

I give Him praises and thanks

On my way to the bank

I got up and went and got it

Tired of laying and waitin'

Shit was testing my patience

I said God was down with me

But I turn into Satan

Get this motherfucker blazin'

Who gon' turn me down

My volume on eleven now

I'm killing everything

Who wanna go to heaven now

I got my footing right baby

I'm big stepping now

This shit on lock

It's gettin hairy and they dread it now

Got my game tight

And my aim right

I ain't fucking round

With none of them lame types

Got my game tight

And my aim right

I ain't fucking round

With none of them lame types