Dominoes ​clipping.

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce
Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today's news
Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking
As ice melts in dark liquor, tight joint pressed freely to
Thin lips, smoke wisps, counts points on fingers
With rings emblematic of juice he drops talking 'bout
Young blood, cuz cuz, game is to be sold
No pillow talking, real men don't freeload
They hustle, mouthpiece, enemies closer
Family first, trust your fist before toasters
Always your first mind, don't get caught slipping
Don't talk to pigs, get money over bitches
Pussy is good but don't let that ho run you
Back in the day you don't know what they've been through
No snitchin', shake hands, eye contact, fake friends ain't shit
No regrets, young'un, run to the store for some cigarettes

[Chorus]
Drop—drop—drop that game on 'em
Drop that—drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
Money talk, listen to the OG
Drop—drop—drop that game on 'em
Drop that—drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
'Cause he always gonna say it how it be
Drop—drop—drop that game on 'em
Drop that—drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat
Drop—drop—drop that game on 'em
Drop that—drop that game—game
Like it's dominoes
And the game isn't spoken of