(Laughter)
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Ey, the game is like this
b**h why you gon' f** that n***a?
He ain't gon' give you sh**
But bubble gum and dick up in ya
You gotta make 'em chase places (?) vodka
Then hit the club and get real crunk
And dance to tha Waka Flocka
... gun sound (Boom)
And you can't get up on my team
If you be groupie bound
We do not play like that
Even tho the game is serious ladies
We gotta keep in mind
First we beat some ladies baby
You say you want the diamonds
Why you want to sell it for gold
That dick ain't golden
That dick can get the f** up out my door
I want the wify status
Nothing that gets you baby mommies
If it ain't beneficial
It ain't less a ceremony
I'mma put it like this
You wanna give your p**y up like that?
You gon' just be another b**h who he put on her back!
[Hook: Gangsta Boo] 2x
I called the time out
Bring that a** to the b**h
Circle up around me
I'm your new coach b**h
Now this da game plan
This da Game Plan
This da Game Plan
This da Game Plan
[Verse 2: T-Rock]
Bring that a** back to the b**h
... since you need a coach
I'm a manufacturer in this bizness
Ain't no need to boast
The sky is what I'm reachin' fo'
I feel in heaven chiefin' dro
This is double homicide
...
So f** the fake looks on Facebook, we straight crooks
We got the oppositions (?) rearranged in playbooks
I'm a conquerer, burnin' up your thermometer
You see this sh** we drop is hotter than candles at chanuka n***a
[Verse 3: II Tone]
Hoe you wanna be a star? Go and post up on Lamar
I done been to jail, done seen the light
Now my game be supertight
I don't love a b**h, I don't trust a hoe
Money ain't right but I got get a hoe
Never affected put a b**h on her place
Shawty get wrong, I'mma catch another case
I'm sick of you b**hes that digging for riches
f**in' with pimpin', you end up with stitchin'
...
I pray for patience all the time for a funky s*ut
I like to paper chase a hoe that'll lick my nuts
[Hook: Gangsta Boo] 2x
I called the time out
Bring that a** to the b**h
Circle up around me
I'm your new coach b**h
Now this da game plan
This da Game Plan
This da Game Plan
This da Game Plan
[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
BLAY!
Infamous holdin' hostility
I'm vanquishing all of my enemies
I will concentrate all of my energy
Eliminatin' you n***as that hinder me
Give 'em the guillotine, I am a epitome
Pick your poison, misery k**in' me
So I have no problems with yo mammy in the black dress When the preacher and choir sing
Scarecrow I have no ... keen
Ma**acre every (?) on the scene
Then I come to the the morgue and I get a (?)
Mossberg will knock the damn shoes off your feet
He land the bullets, the head like a (?)
(?) murder and no sympathy
Mockeries obsolete, the possibility is defeat
Get your plasma (?)
You wanna face this f**in beef
I will not cease until you are deceased
Forever war, that is no peace
If I get some time for my war crimes I'd never be relieved
Time is of the essence so evacuate your presence
Launch from of this (?) Or you'll take the Smith & Wesson
The smell of burning flesh, yes you can taste it on your tongue
I put a bullet in your head the size of a damn thumb