Put You On Game

Duration

4:33

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Aw damn, make way for the prodigy/ Supernova mothafucka, aint nobody hot as me/ Got bitches standin in line for me like they gotta pee/ I'm probably what they're tryna be hittin like the lottery/ (Unh) and no I'm not omniscient, but common sense'll tell you that I'm the shit/ Flow throwin up on mothafuckas that tryna spit/ Sorry for you constipated niggas , dyin to shit (Nope)/ Flamethrower, like a lighter and an aerosol can, throw a match on the game, now game over/ I ain't Hova , but I'm big pimpin, aint sober in the Range Rover / Yo her head's bangin like a hangover/ Jamz back in this bitch like reversed birth/ Hurts worse, when I top ya career with my first verse/ Her purse is littered with pictures of me/ And her Christmas list is consistin of dickin from me/ I am what Stevie Wonder niggas wish you could see/ What you C, D, and F niggas wish you could be/ Alotta yall off brand names are different from me/ Cuz I be cookin tracks like I brought the kitchen with me, b**tch/ N**gas itchin for lines like grass just cut/ Go the hardest, man, even after I bust nuts/ Plus what I'm makin now is double ya salary/ Got more stacks than Joey Crack got calories/ Homie, I'm the real, so/ Don't expect a fallacy/ Leave you hungry for more, famined, thats why you're mad at me/ Rip beats, Macho Man Savage-ly/ Damaging the gravity of the self-esteem of my competition, now they're runnin like athletes/ Stay in my neighborhood, Applebees/ Til I explode, til then, all you Sam's Club mothafuckas can sample me/ You niggas think you on fire, but you cant hold a candle to me/ Take a break from shittin, then I'm right back in it/ Like a nigga on a mission/ Competition nonexistent/ I envisioned how consistent my persistence would have to be in order for me to rep Detroit, like I'm a Piston/ Except I'm winnin/ Sin with a pen, so after every verse I'm repentin/ Yeah I send them niggas sprintin for the fences/ I dare you find a nigga that's contendin/ I am Quinton, spittin sickle cell, sickenin shit/ Lyrical miracle, shiftin syllables lickety split/ I dont fuck wit you bitches like I'm missin a dick/ Killin this shit/ No bitin, bitches my skill is legit/ So real, and no pill could have you feelin like... this/ (Unh) And I'ma cruise like the lights green/ Makin niggas cover their faces, shining like highbeams/ You on my level? Its a pipe dream/ Dorrough-in metaphors so cold, have ya dome froze, like Ice Cream/ Lookin at these niggas like, Equal sign, forward slash =\ You fumble, I forward pass/ I'm ahead, you're an ass/ You niggas against gettin green, I'm chloroplast/ This is just a brainstorm, mothafuck ya forecast/ Takin shots to the head, I'ma suicider/ Fix ya girl up like a tool, she wanna screw the driver/ Give her that Houston, I screw and chop her/ Reason she want Q inside her is because that nigga Q's a fluent rhymer/ Stay fluent til the end like Jasper/ Nigga make her legs spread, bone cancer/ Tell me who, hotter than Q? No answer/ Got her swingin from the shaft like a pole dancer/ Ha, and I'm ridin for the west, nah/ Flyin down the highway, jettin by the rest stops/ Q be makin ladies hearts pump, til they chest pop/ Then he make her dress drop, isnt he the best? (Yop)/ And they steady tryna test? Stop../ Hit the peak twice, now I'm headed to the next top/ And I'ma keep goin til the checks stop/ Put you on game like you standin on ya Xbox/ Jamz....