Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free

You′re now fuckin' with Hit-Boy and G-A-M-E

It′s Dolla $ign in this motherfucker (Dolla $ign)Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter mill', my wrist, nigga

It's the Numinati (bitches) move your body (this is)

The newest Audi, gassin′ on the shore next to Snoop and Roddy

(Niggas) movin′ oppy, so we in the coupe with shawties

And my nigga Ye just pulled up in two Bugattis

Don't ask me how these Hit-Boy classics sound

Put the Draco on my face, you can′t back me down

Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce

And bitches just like the blunts, they get passed around

Give me the chronic or the cookies, the woods gon' spark to it

Niggas tryna ride our wave, we bringin′ the sharks to it

Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang in the dark to it

Brought the Westside back, C-walk in the park to it

Game mode, ′bout to change my name to 3Pacs, nigga

I'm like three Pacs steppin' in classic Reeboks, nigga

We shoot ′til it′s empty, then we box niggas

It's like an R hangin′ from your neck when we Roc niggas

Don't change the game for these hoes

Plays the game like we′s supposed

Ty Dolla in this bitch

And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips

Don't change the game for these hoes

Plays the game like we′s supposed

Hurricane in the house, nigga

Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

Still here, never left

Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest

Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they drummin' on the West

Chronic smoke in her lungs, got her rubbin' on her breasts

What′s next? Pourin′ champagne on the rose

'Bout to fuck her in the rain ′til her nipples get cold, uh-huh

Numinati, put the ice on the gold

Got her livin' out the Birkin ′cause my life on the road

Whether in or out of town, I gotta floss the Dezzi

Get shot, I tell the block, "All dogs go to heaven"

I'm not gon′ stop, them tops is gon' drop

The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon′ pop

Been rich for twenty years, this is not your level

Wanna show ′em the Hellcat, I just shot the devil, uh

Drillmatic up and the bars comin' from Attica

I stopped smoking weed and I′m goin' back to Africa

Don′t change the game for these hoes

Plays the game like we's supposed

Ty Dolla in this bitch

And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips

Don′t change the game for these hoes

Plays the game like we's supposed

Hurricane in the house, nigga

Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga