Chris Webby - Game Fucked Up Lyrics



Yo JP

You got the game fucked up like a glitch
Up on your Nintendo Switch
Run and tell 'em, "Chris, go and sell a bit"
'Cause nobody fucking with me on that higher level shit
I ain't stunting for the 'Gram, you could only tell I'm rich
If you hire a forensic accountant for all I'm making
From all my limited liability corporations
Hating all they can, taking what's on the menu
All of it I'll be ordering for the lengths that I went to
Pausing in not an option, my start button is broken
So while your game's frozen I'm sparking up an explosion
With my red-dead revolver that's targeting my opponents
Boy, you're sicker than COVID, no argument, I'm the chosen
Approaching the top, so the hate, I handle it often
But still they turn the other way when they see this animal crossing
You better watch how you play me, I got a gambling problem
My body slamming the costume and put they mans in a coffin
And put my hands on 'em and damage 'em, go check on my file
A devilish child, master of this veteran style
Ever since I took my very first breath of the wild
I been aiming my bow and arrow at they necks from a mile
I let it fly, let 'em bleed, I just kill and proceed
Follow that Assassin's Creed with a trick up my sleeve
Every syllable is billable, my billion streams
Is making millions, I'm living my dreams, so I tell 'em like

Yeah, ay, circle up
Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up
Better duck if you come around us
Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up
Ay, ay, circle up
Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up
Better duck if you come around us (yeah)
Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up (yeah, yeah)

I'ma set this bitch on fire, yeah
Me and Webby 'bout to slide
Got a date with death, are you surprised?
You niggas getting euthanized
How the fuck you getting crucified
Over dumb shit you said in '05? Yeah
Oh me, oh my, yeah
Suck a dick and go die, hah
Had to make bread like this with ya
Time is running, nigga, tick tick, yeah
I'ma get it over like a slit wrist, yeah
This poem wouldn't make for a big fish, yeah
I ain't saving these hoes, yeah bitch wish ya
To be around me, that's a privilege, yeah
So why you all up in my business? Yeah
You [?], yeah
I'm just California dreaming
I get head on California king, she swallowed all my semen
Sight was garbage, I was reading, no regards, you saw me grieving
Okay, now the tables turned, I beat the odds and I got even, yeah
The devil a lie, I'm one hell of a guy
If [?] I do revs in Dubai
I'm Beverly Hills on amphetamine pills
Fur on my belt like Cruella de Ville
They heads off the cheese like it's spreading on grill
Fuck these niggas, ain't handing out meals
My Henn and my stu, just went on my pills
So I'm 'boutta get help, goddamn it, I'm ill

Yeah, ay, circle up
Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up
Better duck if you come around us
Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up
Ay, ay, circle up
Set this bitch on fire, we gon' burn it up
Better duck if you come around us
Turn me up, feel the rush, got the game fucked up





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