Games We Play Lyrics

Bitch you got me caught up

I ain't know that you was fuckin' with the opps

From the other side

Never thought that I'd be fuckin' 'round

With a opp bitch

Opp bitch

You gon' get it right

You gon' call yourself an opp bitch

Opp bitch

Got me here tweakin'

Tryna find out if you're honest

Loyal

Bitch show me if you're honest

Loyal

Down

Show me if you're honest

Bitch show me if you're honest

Loyal

Down

Pull up to his car and watch his body hit the ceilin'

Take one of mine I'ma get to killin'

Pull up to his car and watch his body hit the ceilin'

Take one of mine I'ma get to killin'

Late night

I been in the pan

Wanna make it out

Tryna get a lil blood money

Drop a couple bands

Tryna take these niggas out

Think it's up until it's stuck now

And run their fuckin mile

You can try your luck

And see what's up with this 40 cal

You gon' touch the ground

Put him in the sky in the winter

If you up it better pull the trigger

We don't play fair

Movin' through the pan it's like we livin' in a nightmare

Blacked out

Fake plates

Spin 'em like it's Beyblade

Put 'em in a pack and smoke it special like a trey eight

Savage heart but I'm moving smart like a great ape

Dram we can get it started

Nigga press play

Lose your life quicker play it off the trick way

Off the trick way

Niggas bitch made