Line them motherf*cking lames up
Tell them step they motherf*cking game up
Step their motherf*cking game up
My day ones never changed up
Bad bitch need no makeup
But she's still beating her face up
She gon' f*ck around and get the boy kid
F*ck it I'll take that pay cut
Ya'll can't f*ck with what I make up
And I made this shit up right here
"To Infiity...' Buzz Lightyear
This is my year, yeah
Peel the top off, it's a titty car
No bottle service, it's a titty bar
Chain heavy, that's some cold shit
She ain't f*cking with me? That's a whole bitch
Presidential, that's the whole wrist
I ain't gotta tell ya'll I'm focused
I ain't gotta tell you the whole squad lit
And we putting all ya'll on notice
Line them motherf*cking lames up
Tell them step they motherf*cking game up
Step their motherf*cking game up
My day ones never changed up
Bad bitch need no makeup
But she's still beating her face up
She gon' f*ck around and get the boy kid
F*ck it I'll take that pay cut
My squad, ET's
Young Bulls, 3 peat
Straight green, GWAP Clique
H up, top lift
The team is a force like Ginyu
And my flow's on Wayne Gretzky
It's locked and I ain't letting shit go
Like Jay-Z on a jet ski
Flow get lost like Khaled do
Flow might snap, no filtered shit
Hoes wanna ride, tell them "kick rocks"
Ya'll don't want to see your boy on that pimp shit
On my Chef Boyar B shit
In the kitchen in a mink tho
When ya'll niggaz cook, it's like E-Z Bake
When I cook, it's like a pot and a hill of blow
Niggaz not in Paris, but gorillas tho
These hoes getting curved like banana clips
I'm trying to lay back on a beachfront
Smoking mad cubans in Havana shit
Spin the Wheel Of Fortune moving Vanna shit
Ya'll little f*cks couldn't manage it
Shout out to my niggaz in the trenches still
Working wheels, we about to do some damage bitch
Line them motherf*cking lames up
Tell them step they motherf*cking game up
Step their motherf*cking game up
My day ones never changed up
Bad bitch need no makeup
But she's still beating her face up
She gon' f*ck around and get the boy kid
F*ck it I'll take that pay cut
Bob Zigga - Game Up Lyrics
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Line them motherf*cking lames up
Tell them step they motherf*cking game up
Step their motherf*cking game up
My day ones never changed up
Bad bitch need no makeup
But she's still beating her face up
She gon' f*ck around and get the boy kid
F*ck it I'll take that pay cut
Ya'll can't f*ck with what I make up
And I made this shit up right here
"To Infiity...' Buzz Lightyear
This is my year, yeah
Peel the top off, it's a titty car
No bottle service, it's a titty bar
Chain heavy, that's some cold shit
She ain't f*cking with me? That's a whole bitch
Presidential, that's the whole wrist
I ain't gotta tell ya'll I'm focused
I ain't gotta tell you the whole squad lit
And we putting all ya'll on notice
Line them motherf*cking lames up
Tell them step they motherf*cking game up
Step their motherf*cking game up
My day ones never changed up
Bad bitch need no makeup
But she's still beating her face up
She gon' f*ck around and get the boy kid
F*ck it I'll take that pay cut
My squad, ET's
Young Bulls, 3 peat
Straight green, GWAP Clique
H up, top lift
The team is a force like Ginyu
And my flow's on Wayne Gretzky
It's locked and I ain't letting shit go
Like Jay-Z on a jet ski
Flow get lost like Khaled do
Flow might snap, no filtered shit
Hoes wanna ride, tell them "kick rocks"
Ya'll don't want to see your boy on that pimp shit
On my Chef Boyar B shit
In the kitchen in a mink tho
When ya'll niggaz cook, it's like E-Z Bake
When I cook, it's like a pot and a hill of blow
Niggaz not in Paris, but gorillas tho
These hoes getting curved like banana clips
I'm trying to lay back on a beachfront
Smoking mad cubans in Havana shit
Spin the Wheel Of Fortune moving Vanna shit
Ya'll little f*cks couldn't manage it
Shout out to my niggaz in the trenches still
Working wheels, we about to do some damage bitch
Line them motherf*cking lames up
Tell them step they motherf*cking game up
Step their motherf*cking game up
My day ones never changed up
Bad bitch need no makeup
But she's still beating her face up
She gon' f*ck around and get the boy kid
F*ck it I'll take that pay cut
Tell them step they motherf*cking game up
Step their motherf*cking game up
My day ones never changed up
Bad bitch need no makeup
But she's still beating her face up
She gon' f*ck around and get the boy kid
F*ck it I'll take that pay cut
Ya'll can't f*ck with what I make up
And I made this shit up right here
"To Infiity...' Buzz Lightyear
This is my year, yeah
Peel the top off, it's a titty car
No bottle service, it's a titty bar
Chain heavy, that's some cold shit
She ain't f*cking with me? That's a whole bitch
Presidential, that's the whole wrist
I ain't gotta tell ya'll I'm focused
I ain't gotta tell you the whole squad lit
And we putting all ya'll on notice
Line them motherf*cking lames up
Tell them step they motherf*cking game up
Step their motherf*cking game up
My day ones never changed up
Bad bitch need no makeup
But she's still beating her face up
She gon' f*ck around and get the boy kid
F*ck it I'll take that pay cut
My squad, ET's
Young Bulls, 3 peat
Straight green, GWAP Clique
H up, top lift
The team is a force like Ginyu
And my flow's on Wayne Gretzky
It's locked and I ain't letting shit go
Like Jay-Z on a jet ski
Flow get lost like Khaled do
Flow might snap, no filtered shit
Hoes wanna ride, tell them "kick rocks"
Ya'll don't want to see your boy on that pimp shit
On my Chef Boyar B shit
In the kitchen in a mink tho
When ya'll niggaz cook, it's like E-Z Bake
When I cook, it's like a pot and a hill of blow
Niggaz not in Paris, but gorillas tho
These hoes getting curved like banana clips
I'm trying to lay back on a beachfront
Smoking mad cubans in Havana shit
Spin the Wheel Of Fortune moving Vanna shit
Ya'll little f*cks couldn't manage it
Shout out to my niggaz in the trenches still
Working wheels, we about to do some damage bitch
Line them motherf*cking lames up
Tell them step they motherf*cking game up
Step their motherf*cking game up
My day ones never changed up
Bad bitch need no makeup
But she's still beating her face up
She gon' f*ck around and get the boy kid
F*ck it I'll take that pay cut
Writer: Kenneth Tims
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