Lyrics Game of Death - ShittyBoyz

b*tch can't believe her eyes, yes it's really me
Bins so fire, this sh*t really free
Trippin' like I'm clumsy in the mall, oops silly me
Dog sh*t stuffed in the pockets of my skinny jeans

Haha, I made ten before that afternoon
Tryna ride my wave, like a pirate, let them cannons shoot
Sports mode activated, lookin' like Crash Bandicoot
Feel like Thor's Endgame, when I bring them hammers through

Having visions of success, I'm a fortune teller
We don't scrap, boy get popped like he Dr. Pepper
She don't sing but the di*k make her a capella
I ain't Jay-Z but the stick get to rock a fella

I just dropped Kobe Bryant on an appetizer
Ghost Recon, that AR got some rapid fire
I was in your baby mouth like a pacifier
I plan on shinin' for a while, better grab a visor