Welcome 2 Da Game Lyrics – Lil Gnar

Read the complete Welcome 2 Da Game Lyrics by Lil Gnar along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Gnar’s music, you can also explore Boston and Crack Dat, two other songs by Lil Gnar.

[Intro]
F-F-Foenem radio, b!tch

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Ayy, pipes like a janitor
N!gga, throw your ass off the banister
Sipping lean out the fu*king canister
I’m the GOAT, but I started off a amateur
I’ma take that Ferrari if that’s fine with ya’
He don’t fu*k with her, he dream about sliming ya’
They like “Take Sosa brain and examine it”
Stuff two, three b!tches in the Challenger
Take that, phew, make it, phew, he tried to challenge us
Take that n!gga, ate a snail, he thought he was sliming up
N!gga quit when he failed but he ain’t tried enough
I get chicken, n!gga, I ain’t never tried a duck
I’m a virgin, n!gga, I ain’t never gave a fu*k
Said I live in the freezing cold to get my paper up
I chop a fu*king tree to get my paper up
N!gga, go and buy that crib, you been saving up?

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Ayy, welcome to the game, you tryna play or what?
It’s one way from down, you gotta take it up
And you can’t be in jail tryna get your paper up
I need breakfast and head when I’m waking up

[Verse 2: Lil Gnar]
Bounce up, jump and throw a hundred like Will Chamberlain
In love with foreigns, hop out ‘Rari, to that Cayman truck
Backseat, two $luts, got me sandwiched up
I put that FN to his teeth like a fu*king brush
Let all my ice on, might mistake me for a polar bear
She pull up to my spot, she never bring no underwear
Got no more fu*ks to give
My heart colder than January
I’m riding shotty, pop out tweaking with that double barrel

These little n!ggas ain’t get no cheese čike they allergic to dairy
My pockets all on Rasputia, I’m living like Larry (Go)
Popping s*it out in Dubai, look how this turban sit
Popped him once but he ain’t die, he need a tourniquet
Real PR, teach a b!tch how to turn a trick (God)
You ain’t put enough Grabba, gon’ re-roll the spliff
Got my pocket sick, am I not sick?
I’m real precise with that Gen 5 like a chopstick
Big dog s*it, handle percentages with managers
Can’t duck that switch, you get sprayed like a canister
Go Black Lamb, Bruce Wayne, I’m a animal
Find Dyke, ho’ you know I’m gon’ handle it
She don’t like n!ggas, but for me she go cannibal
Held up my wrist, she done squirted her panties off
No Game of Thornes, but I got power like a chancellor
Let me fu*k once, now she think you ain’t man enough

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Ayy, welcome to the game, you tryna play or what?
It’s one way from down, you gotta take it up
And you can’t be in jail tryna get your paper up
I need breakfast and head when I’m waking up

[Outro]
G-Gnarcotic Ga-Ga-Gang