Game Over

[Verse 1: DaBoii]

SOB the gang, gettin caught, sharin' no info

Cartier wearin' nappy head that'll get dough

The chopper be like 6'4, I spent a band and get mo'

Tints on my face and I ain't talkin' about a window

Have my nigga slide with that 40, he be trippin'

40 with a big stick, that chopper that's a big kick

Came with two straps, one pass like it's Slick Rick

And two chains on so I'm guessin' that I'm different

Walked in my closet and my kingdom was discovery

Yo' bitch, that's the same bitch who be in love with me

Ferragamo had them bitches wonderin' is he cuffin' me

I'm runnin' up a check and all my niggas they gon' run with me

A snake in my circle, cut him off I cannot fuck with that

30 clip no tuckin' that, false move I'm buckin' that

Dick a bitch down and you cannot get her up with that

The chopper get to spittin', have a nigga doin' jumping jacks

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]

I hopped out that van with that K and let 'em have it

223 stretch a nigga body like elastic

I told her to slide and bend it over like gymnastics

I fuck bad bitches, you fuck ducks like Daffy

Big north Polo, big body four door

I drive it like a stolo, ridin' around solo

Ever catch me slippin', ha nigga that's a no no

Big 40 make a nigga lean like a cholo

I hopped out that Gucci, hopped in some Louis

I hopped out a Benz, bitch you hopped out a hoopty

Got niggas mad cause their bitches wanna do me

But it ain't shit to me so I let them hoes screw me

All about a check if she broke you can have her

Make money as a trapper bitch not as a rapper

Aim or no aim cudi it don't really matter when yo' clip hold a hundred and that bitch on automatic

[Verse 3: Yhung TO]

White golds in my mouth talkin' cash shit

We actin', bounce out and let a nigga have it

Two cellphones, one for my bitch and one for that check

She was tryna get it lit like a blunt so I passed it

Flexin', I swear to God a nigga love flexin'

What you spent on your whip I went and spent on a necklace

You niggas actin' but you really just the extras

And one phone call my shooters check you off that checklist

Niggas love typin' on that meek shit

Blind to a broke bitch, I can't see shit

Shout out my exes that said I wouldn't be shit

I don't fuck with them Trues, that's that weak shit

You with that sucka shit, bad I might cut that shit

Tryna get her back, Mickey D she be lovin' me

We aim and you duck with every nigga that you fuckin' with

SOB, RBE the only niggas that I'm fuckin' with

Gang