That 1 Song Lyrics

Wake your game up before we Unplug your PlayStation

Coach put me in cuz he know I'm A game changer Blue lights in the Benz, yeah, that's a Game Breaker

Erf made the beat, damn, he knew This was a head shaker

Baby got bumper and a look, she Just missing guidance

But the real question is, bae, can You be compliant

Show you right, RayRay now I'm Directing traffic

Y'all I like em Classy, but still Appreciate a Ratchet

She know I'm a Joc this ewwhop' In my Letterman Jacket

Cuttin' off addictions, but this Pape got me itchin & scratching Don't get it twisted or fucked up, Still with the madness

They flickin' blicks like joysticks, That's John Madden

He gon' get a bag and run a muck, That's Bo Jackson

I'm gon' make sure it's managed Right, I'm Joe Jackson

Handsome than a motherfucker, Bitch, I ain't Michael Blackson

She doin' freaky shit to be a star, Lights, Camera, Action

She know she got it goin' on, Can't hate on that She know she Thick, that's protein, she not a Snack

Met her at the party then Scrammed, that's a 2go-box

Niggas make up reasons to hate, Then turn into opps

Boy, I heard that shit contagious, I don't want no parts

You know how them rumors Spread fast like chickenpox

She know I got moves, What the Fuck is a pop lock

Had to switch hustles, tip my hat To all the flockers

Jack some of them you know What's, wit what is name

Turnin' in Oros to get me some Pesos

Taco shop, three dollar fries with My Migos

Dub on me, yeah, I could've just Ate at Maestros

Run my own program, fuck what The net say

Black love, brown pride, I fuck Wit the Essays

He play hard, they get him in that Room, he Cam'Ron

Same nigga when the camera off And lights on

Could fuck the same hoes as Chris Brown with no ice on

She hopped in a whip, told her Friends, play that one song

Swig after swig, now they gettin' They ratchet on

She put that thang on me, now my hand's on her backbone

Talkin' crazy about me to the Bitch, use your Mackin wrong

Thanks for the ad, now she Wanna come see about it

Blamped her then, cut her off, Now, I don't know about her

Had to get my mind back, The Vision was hella clouded

Coach, you fucked up, puttin' a rookie in, I'm finna Route em

Touchdowns on top of Touchdowns for when they Doubted

760 or the Maybach, I don't need A driver

I said 760 or the Maybach, I don't Need a driver, boy