Game in My Grips - BNZZO

I'm doing handstands on her trans am Pretty, pretty nine, spinning, spinning blind Fitting into crime, itch to fuck and grind Death Grips is online, drinking from its spine Living 'til I'm fine, pretty, pretty nine Color me a cult, echo in my throat Cut it for a smoke, took it for a spin Spun it out to float, blew me as a friend Fuck it, I'ma go Death Grips is online Black Madonna womb, collar for a goon Suck it 'til you're swole, steal me a new role Hunger of a chain, through this mud cling Don't let you pose on a blue rose Lick a, lick a grim, set it chrome again Chemical to learn, load it up and gleam Sprinter out a curve, shooting up a scene Bitter end to share, blotter in the air Punks get nailed all in the daytime And I got some friends who'd love to headline with a Pretty, pretty nine, pity, pity motherfucker Pretty, pretty nine in your city, motherfucker No laws here, airsoft start popping off That flack get quit snitches wear Pretty, pretty nine Pretty, pretty nine Punks get nailed all in the daytime And I got some friends who'd love to headline with a Dirty, dirty strip mall sugar Melody to hail, symphony to dick Jealousy to file, entropy to flip Felony, you buy, indica, I rip Hella, hella hot, flagging like I'm not Vanish as I can, damage as I been Ultra other shit minus all the trim Catalyst to milk, memory to stiff Break it to the hilt, fuck it like a kiss Paper tiger boss, pussy wanna front Shake it like the law, only cool to hunt Take it like a hint, miss it, get the dick Climber get a jerk, super ape as shit Nightly on a tram, knuckle white the stance Phaedra 'hind the cam, work us in a trance Lock us in her van, drive us outer space Day we never land, only thing I'll taste Punks get nailed all in the daytime And I got some friends who'd love to headline with a Pretty, pretty nine, pity, pity motherfucker Pretty, pretty nine in your city, motherfucker No laws here, airsoft start popping off That flack get quit snitches wear Pretty, pretty nine Pretty, pretty nine Got good friends who'd love to headline

Ay, y'all not even ready Me and Merk, we got another one coming Some real shit, lock the fuck in Yeah, yeah (C-Lance) I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets No, no, no, no Disappear like vámonos Watch 'em all fall like dominoes You could all get it like a common cold I'm a leprechaun looking for the pot of gold I remember them Walmart clothes Now I wanna come to drip 'cause the closet full Never graduated on honor roll I just planted a seed and I watched it grow And I know that they mad at my progress But just wait 'til they see what I got next If it's me versus you, there's no contest This whole time you've been missing the concept And I know that you wanna trade places I'm living rent-free in your head on vacation Same team, day one, same faces Same dream, same love, ain't changing And I know they rely on me So anything that they buy's on me I gotta make sure that my girls can eat Gotta fly and proud what the fortune bring I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets No, no, no, no Going round with the stick on me since '05, been a big homie From the 64 to the Lambo doors, when I slide, shit get on Gangster shit, that's me, probably die in it, on me Shoulda been dead, all the shit I did, how the fuck I make it to a OG? Quarter ounce to a oz, weekend strips, OT Back and forth, fight to ten, swimming in the Henn, riding low key Yeah, I smile 'cause I love life, strapped up, still thug life Rap shit only half baked, still in the mud, getting the plug right, yeah Small crime like you know best shit That Dr. Dre, that Snoop Dogg, that pull up on us on the West shit And you know we riding, you know we rolling, you know we holding New Ferrari on PCH, strapped up in slow motion I'm in a Lambo with the doors open Fuck twelve, I ain't gotta close 'em Like a signed show in East Oakland I'ma spend this shit, just keep smoking Yeah, I gotta live my life We only live one time, we ain't coming back, do this shit right I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets I'm riding round the city looking lavish Been smiling for the cameras Bitch, I do this shit in my sleep (in my sleep) They know I'm cut from a different fabric Mama said I'm savage 'Cause she can't take me out of these streets No, no, no, no

Who you think you are? Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?" Fucks fail to understand I'm like eh Two letter text translation next Skip that rerun like ya see one Seen 'em all get eh Have you the slightest I.D. why? You're so trifling Second I see you coming I'm teeth sucking Like eh, my voice eh, see my reflection eh Invited, excited, eh, eh Who you think you are? Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?" Fucks fail to understand I'm like eh I must confess, I'm like eh No one's ever seen me feel shit but eh Lil' bits of gleaming like piss Christ Cover me like skintight Why my rep is like why they might be right I'm kinda sketch, I might Shoot a glance at the desperate like Then I forget shit like Death Grips like eh I wave them off, I wave them in Gotta flake, I fuck 'em off 'cause I ain't them I'm like eh Who you think you are? Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?" Fucks fail to understand I'm like eh My approach like I'm ghost-like I'm out of focus 'cause I'm coated with the most stripes Late movement on my trajectory Anomalous like entropy Make all things perforated They apply iodine to trace this, I'm like eh Posse up steadily feel your void split, I'm like eh Who you think you are? Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?" Fucks fail to understand I'm like eh Who put your obese flex on ice? Whose effortless corrupts your dice? Who does you just like I told you? Tell me, what's it like? Don't be a, don't be a 'Bout mummified worm in the sun When shit's up to me 'cause I figure I'll watch you urn I'm not concerned I'm on leisure like eh I'm just on leisure Why fuss don't be a medical procedure Just stamp my fucking visa I'm way too loose like Catch me hanging from my noose like eh, how I vandalize Full moon like You're so serious ease off I don't feed animals, you seem lost I'm offended like but in the end I'm like eh

Who wanna catch this Who wanna catch this Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- Drop it like... oh yeah That's so trashy How low can you go How dirty can you get, nasty fucker Drug through the dirt Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt Chain sleaze leather face Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks Kill it, kill it Kill it, kill it Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb Shut it down Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s Bitch please You must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- When shit goes down I'll be there With my hand on my gun and my eyes on the road Ghost ridin' to hell fuck if I care (Who wanna catch my droze) Give a fuck blood I ain't goin nowhere Templar night and day, live an die by the code Code of the street, how to stay in the zone How I own it and freak it to the base of the bone I am the darkness creeping through your system The lash of the whip Cracking every bitch Into position Workin' ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out Your subwoofers are melting, hear a bitch say why's he yelling Who wanna catch this gun clap, shrapnel off me lip Cause blood bath Bitch please You must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just don't- 'Cause I run this lick Like dogtown ripped That raw shit like none other Low down dirty shit Shot off this hip Death grips, motherfucker Please, you must be Smokin' rocks Real shit for my people And it just dont stop Bitch please

Hey, no ins and outs You come out, your shit is gone Bitch Goin' back to Tangier With some Jordans and a spear Post-chrisitan shit Post chicken or the egg addiction shit Pass the sherm stick Neo-reality Be the freak you wanna see Just don't follow me I'm on a journey to The center of three Grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane While everybody's like no I got this pregnant snake Stay surrounded by long hairs A plethroa of maniacs And spiral stairs Make your water break In the apple store Sink or swim, who fucking cares Cut the birth cords Press send Yeah thick Gaga can't handle this shit Headed for the sammy davis wing Throw up a black hole at the entrance of linens n things On the way Never call it a day Visit Tesla's grave for the ninth time today Still on the way Bigger wigs (When you come out Your shit is gone) (When you come out Your shit is gone) (When you come out Your shit is gone) (When you come out Your shit is gone) I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in When you come out Your shit is gone When you come out Your shit is gone When you come out Your shit is gone When you come out Your shit is gone You'll catch a jpeg to the head über reach You're an intern On wikileaks Most loved therefore most hated Come and knock on the door we've been waiting for you Game changer Reclusive aggressive Yingin and yanging noided Info warrior jack the hacker The rolling stoner Profit on disaster My existence is a Momentary lapse of reason Got the DNA of gothic lemons Shred it thirteen times Out of eleven Your bad ideas are the ATM Shed my skin Leave it for the homeless To sleep in Prodigal, fuck that nautical Teachin bitches how to swim I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in (Teachin' bitches how to swim) (Teachin' bitches how to swim) (Teachin' bitches how to swim) (Teachin' bitches how to swim) Now backstroke Through your k-hole Don't run Ya might slip The table's flipped now we got all the coconuts bitch Burmese babies under each arm Screamin' beautiful songs The cray cray ultra contrarion Havin' conversations With your car alam When you come out Your shit is gone Soon your crew will be servin' sandwiches named after me Vietnamese style fool, please Front row at the mass games Untracable by name You speak of us in certain cicles you will be dethroned or detained Gone Gone Your shit is gone Gone When you come out Your shit is gone I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers