Tim Westwood - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] Game don't freestyle Game don't write Game don't talk about n***as it's on site Game don't ride in cars, he ride bikes Game don't buy dem J's, he calls Mike Game don't fly commercial, he fly private Game ain't on Tim Westwood, he on my sh** Game came in the game with Ross & Jeezy Game don't stand in line, he call Yeezy Yeezy don't pick up, Game don't press redial Game know Khloe & Kim, they on speed dial Game don't wear no tux at big dinners Game hit the Micky D's with Kris Jenner Game ain't makin' amends with 50 Cent Game still tryin' to find out where 50 went Game ain't the type of n***a to f** with your favorite rapper on IG making them duck lips Game ain't at home, boy, Game in the UK Freestylin' off the top, he like a toupée Game got all the answers, I'm like two Ye's I'm an MCM, I'm f**ing on Tuesday Game don't do the Women Crush Wednesday If I said I was, I was lyin' like Penn State I'm the type of Game you don't play, no Monopoly boards, no NBA No Xbox, n***a no PS4, I bring the games to life, COD at your door Suge on Arsenio talkin' about Game & Kendrick My contract f**ed up? How am I in this Bentley? How am I in this Lambo? How am I in this Rolls? Blood Money poppin' where the f** is d**h Row? Don't mention Kendrick, let's talk about what you got Cause the big homie is exactly what you not Word to Big U, word to Big Wack Game came out n***as' mouths, then you heard the BBRRRAAAA My n***as pull out guns, b**hes starts crawlin' After the shots, like Julie back to ballin' All y'all must have forgot what Game do Game don't fall off n***a, he ain't you Now hold up a second, don't brandish a weapon I got one in London, put holes in your brethren My n***as is trippin', we all in your section Let one get away and them hollows'll catch him Then I PJ to Spain just to get a neckless Sippin' on syrup, like I play for the Texans They talk about d** and they know I'm connected You can't do sh** with the boy, he protected By la familia, 1 shot we k**in' ya Blood money in London, 'bout to stack a milli up La familia, 1 shot we k**in' ya Blood money in Great Britain, 'bout to stack a milli up Growing my beard out, lets bring philly up, Meek my n***a Don't even bring Gillie up Cause every time you do, we stack a milli up Like the new ROC go dig a milli up, boy