Game Over lyrics

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
SOB the gang gettin' caught sharin' no info
Cartier wearin' nappy head that'll get dough
The chopper be like 64, I spent a band and get mo'
Tints on my face and I ain't talkin' about a window
Have my n*gga 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' b*tch, that's the same b*tch who be in love with me
Ferragamo had them b*tches wonderin' is he cuffin' me
I'm runnin' up a check and all my n*ggas they gon' run with me
A snake in my circle, cut him off I cannot f*ck with that
30 clip no tuckin' that, false move I'm buckin' that
di*k a b*tch down and you cannot get her up with that
The chopper get to spittin', have a n*gga doin' jumping jacks

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
I hopped out that van with that K and let 'em have it
223 stretch a n*gga body like elastic
I told her to slide and bend it over like gymnastics
I f*ck bad b*tches, you f*ck ducks like Daffy
Big north Polo, big body four door
I drive it like a stolo, ridin' around solo
Ever catch me slippin', ha n*gga that's a no no
Big 40 make a n*gga lean like a cholo
I hopped out that Gucci, hopped in some Louis
I hopped out a Benz, b*tch you hopped out a hoopty
Got n*ggas mad cause their b*tches wanna do me
But it ain't sh*t 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 b*tch not as a rapper
Aim or no aim cudi it don't really matter when yo' clip hold a hundred and that b*tch on automatic
[Verse 3: Yhung To]
White golds in my mouth talkin' cash sh*t
We actin', bounce out and let a n*gga have it
Two cellphones, one for my b*tch and one for that check
She was tryna get it lit like a blunt so I passed it
Flexin', I swear to God a n*gga love flexin'
What you spent on your whip I went and spent on a necklace
You n*ggas actin' but you really just the extras
And one phone call my shooters check you off that checklist
n*ggas love typin' on that meek sh*t
Blind to a broke b*tch, I can't see sh*t
Shout out my exes that said I wouldn't be sh*t
I don't f*ck with them Trues, that's that weak sh*t
You with that sucka sh*t, bad I might cut that sh*t
Tryna get her back, Mickey D she be lovin' me
We aim and you duck with every n*gga that you f*ckin' with
SOB, RBE the only n*ggas that I'm f*ckin' with
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