GAMETIME ft. BRIL Lyrics

Dribble it, dribble it

Game time, you wanna hoop, what's the word

Ya five my five, we can hoop like the Spurs

Game time, get you crossed like A.I

Money through the oop, I'ma bang from the baseline

You get low, so we aim for the waistline

Got a bad bitch callin' my mainline

Call my niggas, they gon' make your face shine

I'm humping two bitches at the same time

These bitches like layups and one

I shoot from the three like I'm Trey Young

My clip hold two four like I'm Kobe

Bold heads in the clip like Ginobili

Niggas be hatin' for what, they don't know me

They gon' make me mask up, show the old me

I can't wait to flood my wrist, get that rollie

Free the guys out the cells, free the brodies

You get the ball, freeze up, start dribblin'

I got the ball, I'm not dribblin'

Pass broski, the Glock and he drillin' shit

Clip not an N-A, you see that, he pillin' shit

I got the sauce, she feelin' it

Shizz raw, got the hand, he willin' shit

Lil' bro off the band, he back drillin' shit

I'm out LA and I'm livin' it

I used to play ball at my old house

R.I.P. make you stop like a charge foul

Bro be wackin' on niggas, got four foul

It's a blow out, Gotta throw out like four tiles

My clip hold 33 like Larry Bird

This bitch like the ref, this bitch, get on my nerves

When I'm done, kick that bitch to the curb

I go in UA and I splurge

Game time, you wanna hoop, what's the word

Your five, my five, we can hoop like the Spurs

Game time, get you crossed like A-I

Money through the oop, I'ma bang from the baseline

You get low, so we aim for the waistline

Got a bad bitch callin' my mainline

Call my niggas, they gon' make your face shine

I'm humping two bitches at the same time

I come in clutch for my homies on Dame time

Lil' Brody, he shootin' the daytime

Caught a wiggy, we hit you like 8-Times

Lil' bitch annoying, she just wanna FaceTime

This my year, Yeah I'm all in my prime

Passin' these hoes, Yeah I'm throwin' these dimes

In my city, they committin' crimes

They puttin' they life on the line

Gotta stay focused, gotta stay on my grind

Bitch, I'ma star, I'ma shine

I can't wait till I get signed

Get a crib for my brothers and mom

Get a crib for my mom

Humping a bitch and she a dime

Hit from the back, breakin' her spine

She callin' my phone, I'm pressin' decline

Nigga, you sweet, you tussle for bitches

Money a sniper, he hustle for bitches, Big Brodie he

Trapping, he hustle with bitches,

Don't wanna fight, but you knucklin' bitches

Bitch, I'm a bull, I'm duckin' these bitches

Niggas can't guard me, they doublin' niggas

My niggas, they come from the trenches, they in it

Look at the clock, nigga, it's tickin'

We spittin' to your block, nigga, we spinnin'

Nigga, you down, we up, we winnin'

Look at my smile, I'm always grinnin'

I'm her pussy, you know that I'm swimmin'

Game time, you wanna hoop, what's the word

A five my five, we can hoop like the Spurs

Game time, get you crossed like AI

Money through the hoop, I'ma bang from the baseline

You get low, so we aim for the waistline

Got a bad bitch callin' my mainline

Call my niggas, they gon' make your face shine

I'm humping two bitches at the same time