Gametime GTB - Gravity Falling (feat. Bry Bosa)

Tahh
Y'all not scoring y'all going for bunts, when he tried to play got turned into runts
Fuck Lil J got left in the dust, if niggas want beef you know that it's up
Fuck Lil J, know he not with it, pull up on him knock him and his fitted (Yes I did)
Can't see in the whip, the window too tinted, if life is a game you know that I'm winning
Gravity falling I'm keeping a blick, he built like a twig so he got him a stick
First he was dissing and then he got hit, bullets line him up, you know that it fit
Shorty dub me, I'm getting richer (Goofy), They try to frame me they taking a picture
Try to be more then I gotta ditch her, I just been balling I'm making my mama richer (Stupid)
We gon spin at the same time, I was bending blocks before I said Gametime (Gametime)
She wanna chill I don't got time, chop called NyQuil making it bed time (Lil bitch)
You is not hard you just type on computers, gave her my number it's really my shooters
I need some work, I call up my ooter
Kick him out the party I call him a booter (He booting)
N-Niggas be lying, they never outside (Niggas is cap)
His head hurt, got stomped on the South Side
Tripped while he ran the forces his downside, if her jaw lock I say keep yo mouf wide
Poor Cee, beat he was blue,
I throw a shot if you play wit my crew (GTB)
Heard you was sliding, but that's not true
How you the face of the city, no one looking at you (Aye)
If he want the smoke then I'm sending it up
I got a chop I'm letting it bust
Fuck lil Dul got put in the blunt
When I catch him lacking he going in the trunk
Bitch try to line me thought I was Kehliel
I'm racking it up in the post I'm Shaquille (Gang, gang)
Y'all used to be me so slide on a drill
Go get hebbie-jebbies, this shit it get real
Bitch you a baddie I can't cap
My name Bosa I like to rap (I like to rap)
Come on lil baby let's go to the back
You pull on my locks and I pull on your tracks
And I'm thumbing through racks so I can't get caught up in your lil traps
Smoking on gas, I mean real thrax (Gang, gang, gang)
You gotta pay for a piece of the pack (Ah)
That bitch gon know my name
She done with fucking on lames (What's my name)
That girl gon know my name
Don't got time to be playing them games
You better shake it, and shake, and make it rotate while I'm fucking all from the back
You better drop it or pop it, and throw me some slop
Yeah I trust you be giving me that (Ah)
Don't run cuz nigga I'll find you
I get bread do I have to remind you
Hit the spot, flip the check and then we spinning
We spinning, we winning
Uh
Gravity falling I'm keeping a blick, he built like a twig so he got him a stick
First he was dissing and then he got hit, bullets line him up, you know that it fit
Shorty dub me, I'm getting richer (Goofy)
They try to frame me they taking a picture
Try to be more then I gotta ditch her
I just been balling I'm making my mama richer (Stupid)
We gon spin at the same time, I was bending blocks before I said Gametime (Gametime)
She wanna chill I don't got time, chop called NyQuil making it bed time (Lil bitch)
You is not hard you just type on computers, gave her my number it's really my shooters
I need some work, I call up my ooter, kick him out the party I call him a booter (He Booting)

Written by:
Bryan Kargbo, Erich Raymond

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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