Songtext I got game Trippie Redd

I got game

Yeah, charging the gang, came in the game
Run through the game, shoot with the game
Pull up with chopps, my shooter gon' bang
My shooter gon' shoot at you, my shooter gon' bang
We ain't playing no games
We ain't playing no games, yeah

She know I don't hoop but I got game
Ballin' on 'em like the Hall of Fame
I remember they ain't even know my name
Cup, purple rain

Nigga been tough before the fame
Damn, my demons chasing after me
Here we got some guns, I got some accuracy
Clap at you if you clap at me
Damn, I hate it on Earth
Damn, it's hell on Earth
Damn, got some weed in this earth
Man, I got some business and it's urgent
Washed up laundry, detergent
Keep it crystal clean, keep it Krispy Kreme
I get to the cheese, I get to the broccoli
I love counting green, but I'm never green and catch him at the red light
Man, I'm sippin' red out of red Sprite
Better get your head right
Play with me then it's bedtime forever
You can sleep six feet in a casket
I was sippin' Wock' with my uncle in a Aston
I be smokin' dope but I don't ever pass it
Nigga, touch my gas, he gon' be past tense
That nigga gon' be forever absent
You ain't heard about, you ain't seen that nigga
Somewhere out in space
Somewhere out in space
Somewhere out in space
Too much space
Too much time I gotta erase
Stay on the 'Gram, I stay on my pace
They playin' around and they got outta place
Smoke boy like a vape, smoke boy like a vape
Smoke boy, yellow tape
Left that man without a face

Yeah, charging the gang, came in the game
Run through the game, shoot with the game
Pull up with chopps, my shooter gon' bang
My shooter gon' shoot at you, my shooter gon' bang
We ain't playing no games
We ain't playing no games, yeah

She know I don't hoop but I got game
Ballin' on 'em like the hall of fame
I remember they ain't even know my name
Cup purple rain