Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan - In This Game (Lyrics)

I'ma ball like Spalding, nigga

I'm a Blood, I'm a baller, you can call a nigga

And I'm smokin' angel dust, yeah, spa nigga

And I'm attracted to green like gua', niggas

I'ma pull up late, regulate

My jewels are no joke, shit's frosted like flakes

I swear to God I'm baked, like Easy Bake

I show the very same energy, sound like a taser

Yeah shot like a shawty with a taser

Fly the 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 girls in my mouth like a set of Ds

With my West Boast Bloods bangin' burgundy

Rich bags under my eye, nigga Birkin Ds

She say, "I want Victoria Secret"

And I fuck her long, watch her decrease

Even though I'm a Blood, she like CC

She get mad whenever I bring her BB

Shoot, no 2-2-3, DVD

Watch me shoot them folk way up the street

Lost a whole hundred bands, bands with the heat

I'ma die for my clan, [?] me

Diamonds red like a mothafucka cut me

And I smoke rusty and dusty

[Hook: Young Thug]

What are you doin' in this game?

I wanna know what are you doin' in this game?

Hey, baby girl what you doin' out here?

What the fuck are you doin' out here?

I know what you're doin' out here

I know what you're doin' out here

You killin' these bitches, killin' these niggas

Cook a lot of white like Tommy Hilfiger

Baby girl, I'll give you this [?]

[?] nigga

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]

Ridin', nigga with [?]

I ain't lookin' for the swoop, I need a bitch do that to me

I want a bitch with some loot who gon' take care her kids

I mean make sure her kids straight forever, you dig?

I won't stop gettin' money forever, you dig?

And I ain't talkin' 'bout a shovel, you dig?

I just bought a new dog that'll eat up you pig

I just bought a new car, a hunna, you dig?

Shhh, stop, a hundred ain't shit

Two boys wasn't much, a hundred on them

Can't go broke, it may not come again

But a lot of money comin' in

You don't belong here so...

[Hook: Young Thug]

[Verse 3: Young Thug]

Baby watch out for the sharks, watch out for the cops

Watch out for the thots

They just want a piece of you, like me

Beat 'em like Bruce Lee

Facin' life and you're broke, here go my shoulder

Boy you can cry on me

No, no tellin' but I told you

You can't 'trol, control these streets

If a pussy nigga play

I'm gonna gun him down like a G

B you can't see me

I'm ballin', you can't even D me