TyNikai - Gameboy! Lyrics

Play these bitches like a gameboy
Me and you are not da same boy
Lotta diamonds in this chain boy
Get some Tide you a stain boy (Ha!)

You don't really feel my pain boy
Why you go against da grain boy? (Why?)
You don't really get da bigger picture
Knock you niggas out da frame boy

Run up onna nigga gun him down
Pull up on you close range boy
Big poles f*ck you think boy?
Hit yo ass wit a tank boy (Tank!)

Blowing on a lotta dank boy (That's Dank!)
F*ck around and make you faint boy (Faint!)
Sharp as hell like a shank boy
Drippin' all this wet paint boy (Drip!)

When bro got locked up. It was POP so I had to hold it down (POP!)
Cookin up hot shit. Like my moms in da kitchen you know imma throw it down
(Momma I love you!)
Niggas that used to be gang turnt to hoes now. So I keep a pole around
I finger f*ck Karma till she start orgasm. What comes around go around

Niggas be green. I'm all on they news feed. So they keep on scrolling down
She go for da team and play submarine. So she keep on going down
Got these niggas mad. While they doing bad I just keep on going up
We sippin on yak. So raise up yo glass and don't do no throwing up

Nigga I'm ancient. Im ahead of my time. This a toast for the ages
F*ck being a movie my life is a book. I got you flipping threw pages
Don't fw these niggas like I was a racist... But I'm not a racist
I'm da reason why everybody screaming Ty. They ain't talking laces

I get in her mouth between all of her teeth. You think she getting braces
Laid up getting face while I count these faces. This shit a everyday basis
Too advanced for these niggas that's basic
The crown is so close I can taste it
Ain't nothing free imma take it
Treat it like autumn and rake it

Play these bitches like a Gameboy
Me and you are not da same boy
Lotta diamonds in this chain boy
Get some Tide you a stain boy (Ha!)

You don't really feel my pain boy
Why you go against the grain boy (Why?)
You don't really get da bigger picture
Knock you niggas out da frame boy

Run up onna nigga gun him down
Pull up on you close range boy
Big poles f*ck you think boy
Hit yo ass wit a tank boy (Tank!)

Blowing on a lotta dank boy (That's Dank!)
F*ck around and make you faint boy
Sharp as hell like a shank boy
Drippin' all this wet paint boy (Drip!)