Game Fucked Up - Chris Webby, Jarren Benton

You got the game fucked up like a glitch

Up on your Nintendo Switch

Run and tell 'em, «Chris, go and sell a bit»

'Cause nobody fucking with me on that higher level shit

I ain’t stunting for the 'Gram, you could only tell I’m rich

If you hire a forensic accountant for all I’m making

From all my limited liability corporations

Hating all they can, taking what’s on the menu

All of it I’ll be ordering for the lengths that I went to

Pausing in not an option, my start button is broken

So while your game’s frozen I’m sparking up an explosion

With my red-dead revolver that’s targeting my opponents

Boy, you’re sicker than COVID, no argument, I’m the chosen

Approaching the top, so the hate, I handle it often

But still they turn the other way when they see this animal crossing

You better watch how you play me, I got a gambling problem

My body slamming the costume and put they mans in a coffin

And put my hands on 'em and damage 'em, go check on my file

A devilish child, master of this veteran style

Ever since I took my very first breath of the wild

I been aiming my bow and arrow at they necks from a mile

I let it fly, let 'em bleed, I just kill and proceed

Follow that Assassin’s Creed with a trick up my sleeve

Every syllable is billable, my billion streams

Is making millions, I’m living my dreams, so I tell 'em like

Yeah, ay, circle up

Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up

Better duck if you come around us

Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up

Ay, ay, circle up

Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up

Better duck if you come around us (yeah)

Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up (yeah, yeah)

I’ma set this bitch on fire, yeah

Me and Webby 'bout to slide

Got a date with death, are you surprised?

You niggas getting euthanized

How the fuck you getting crucified

Over dumb shit you said in '05?

Yeah

Oh me, oh my, yeah

Suck a dick and go die, hah

Had to make bread like this with ya

Time is running, nigga, tick tick, yeah

I’ma get it over like a slit wrist, yeah

This poem wouldn’t make for a big fish, yeah

I ain’t saving these hoes, yeah bitch wish ya

To be around me, that’s a privilege, yeah

So why you all up in my business?

Yeah

You, yeah

I’m just California dreaming

I get head on California king, she swallowed all my semen

Sight was garbage, I was reading, no regards, you saw me grieving

Okay, now the tables turned, I beat the odds and I got even, yeah

The devil a lie, I’m one hell of a guy

If I do revs in Dubai

I’m Beverly Hills on amphetamine pills

Fur on my belt like Cruella de Ville

They heads off the cheese like it’s spreading on grill

Fuck these niggas, ain’t handing out meals

My Henn and my stu, just went on my pills

So I’m 'boutta get help, goddamn it, I’m ill

Yeah, ay, circle up

Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up

Better duck if you come around us

Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up

Ay, ay, circle up

Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up

Better duck if you come around us

Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up