Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan - In This Game (Brian Nichols) lyrics

Thugger hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah hey

I'ma ball like Spalding, nigga
I'm a blood I'mma baller
You can call a nigga
And I'm smokin' angel dust, yeah, spa, nigga
And I'm attracted to green like war niggas
I'ma pull up late, Ricki Lake
And my jewelry's no joke
Shit frosted like flakes
I swear to God I'm baked like Easy Baker
I send a bank statement
That shit sound like a taser
Yeah she shoutin' like I shot
Her with a taser fly that bitch to LA
She ballin' like a Laker
I know not to tell and
Never speak to the neighbor
In fact, I can't see 'em
I'm on so many acres
Ever since I met shawty I feel like Hercules
And I'm smokin' bales of weed
'cause it grow on trees
Six golds in my mouth like a set of keys
With my West Boast Blood bangin' burgundy
Rich bags under my eyes, nigga, Birkin these
She say I want Victoria Secrets
And I fuck her long, watch her decrease
Even though I'm a blood, she like, "CC"
She get mad whenever I bring a BB
Shootin' a 223, DVD
Watch me shoot a foe, way down the street
Cost a whole hunnid bands, band with the heat
I'mma die for my clan, Ku Klux me
Diamonds red like a muhfucka cut me
And I smoke rusty and dusty

What are you doin' in this game?
I wanna know
What are you doin' in this game?
Hey, baby girl whatcha doin' out here
What the fuck are you doin' out here?
Hey, I know whatcha doin' out here
I know whatcha doin' out here
You killin' these bitches
Killin' these niggas
Cook a lot of white like Tommy Hilfiger
Ayy, baby girl gimme this twat
Hey, she love to sound like Brian Nichols

Hahaha, hey ayy, Brian Nichols with a pussy
Shawty killed it
I ain't lookin' for the swoop
I need a bitch who got a million
I want a bitch with some loot who
Gone take care of her kids
I mean make sure her kids straight forever
Udigg?
I won't stop gettin' money forever, udigg?
And I ain't talkin' bout a shovel, hmph
Udigg?
I just bought a new dog that ate up the pig
I just bought a new car, a hunnid, udigg?
Pshht, stop, a hunnid ain't shit
Two boys, one month, a hunnid on them
Can't go broke, it may not come again
But a lot of money comin'
In, you don't belong here, so

What are you doin' in this game?
(Whatcha doin', whatcha doin'?)
I wanna know
What are you doin' in this game?
(Tell me, tell me, tell me)
Hey, baby girl whatcha doin' out here
What the fuck are you doin' out here?
(What?) hey, I know whatcha doin' out here
I know whatcha doin' out here
You killin' these bitches
Killin' these niggas (Ayy, ooh)
Cook a lot of white like Tommy Hilfiger
(What?) ayy, baby girl gimme this twat
Hey, she love to sound like Brian Nichols
(Ayy)

Baby, watch out for the shark
Watch out for the cops
Watch out for the thots
Ayy, they just want a piece of you like me
Beat 'em like Bruce Lee
Facin' life and you broke, look
At my shoulder, boy, you can cry on me
No, no tellin', but I told ya
"You can't control these streets"
If a pussy nigga play
I'm gonna gun him down like a G
Baby, you can't see me, I'm ballin'
You can't even D me