Auroch, illthought - Game Time Lyrics

Go all the way I ain't tapping it
No handouts I'm trapping kid
Get all this money, what's happening
Dropping bombs like Palestine
I work hard, put hours in
Don't you start, I ain't having it
If ain't about money go suck a dick
Don't waste my time, I won't waste my clip
All I know is music shit, all I do is rap right
All I know is stack dough
And my girl she keep it tight
Drop it low and then bounce it back
Never met one that can move it like that
Attitude cute with an ass so fat
Mind on point she the truth all fact
808's gets my heart pumping
Look so clean, look so stunning
Get hoes and get money
Leave a scene, my knife bloody
Ask your wife if my dick yummy
It's on her face, kids on her tummy
Trust a bitch, man you a dummy
We make move you understudy
I make it look easy, I ain't got a plan
Imma just move how I move
Just me and my bros you don't understand
No telling just do what we do
Hop in the couple, post on Instagram
22's on my MKC
Me and Ill thought no middleman
So fuck what you know about me
Too many y'all talk and
I ain't about to play that game
Cause too many y'all want to fake the funk
But I ain't say no names
Too many y'all try hate
Too many y'all sound lame
Too many want to trap, sip lean and dap
Got drip but we ain't the same
In five minutes, we make a song
And that bitch always sounds proper
Running business, money long
I see you looking, windows shopper
Smoke a joint or hit a bong
And I get high like a fucking chopper
Rain on you, I clap like thunder
I'm a God man, I'm a monster
Imma just do what I do
Stay low key that's me
Won't find me up in the club
I'm up in the booth just killing a beat
Smoking these trees tucked up in a backwood
Never thought I would
Get myself up out of the ghetto
It's my grind that's understood

Go all the way I ain't tapping it
No handouts I'm trapping kid
Get all this money, what's happening
Dropping bombs like Palestine
I work hard, put hours in
Don't you start, I ain't having it
If ain't about money go suck a dick
Don't waste my time, I won't waste my clip
All I know is music shit, all I do is rap right
All I know is stack dough
And my girl she keep it tight
Drop it low and then bounce it back
Never met one that can move it like that
Attitude cute with an ass so fat
Mind on point she the truth all fact
808's gets my heart pumping
Look so clean, look so stunning
Get hoes and get money
Leave a scene, my knife bloody
Ask your wife if my dick yummy
It's on her face, kids on her tummy
Trust a bitch, man you a dummy
We make move you understudy
I make it look easy, I ain't got a plan
Imma just move how I move
Just me and my bros you don't understand
No telling just do what we do
Hop in the couple, post on Instagram
22's on my MKC
Me and Ill thought no middleman
So fuck what you know about me
Too many y'all talk and
I ain't about to play that game
Cause too many y'all want to fake the funk
But I ain't say no names
Too many y'all try hate
Too many y'all sound lame
Too many want to trap, sip lean and dap
Got drip but we ain't the same
In five minutes, we make a song
And that bitch always sounds proper
Running business, money long
I see you looking, windows shopper
Smoke a joint or hit a bong
And I get high like a fucking chopper
Rain on you, I clap like thunder
I'm a God man, I'm a monster
Imma just do what I do
Stay low key that's me
Won't find me up in the club
I'm up in the booth just killing a beat
Smoking these trees tucked up in a backwood
Never thought I would
Get myself up out of the ghetto
It's my grind that's understood