Game On Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Slimmy B]
SOB X RBE n*gga
We ain't playing with you sore ass n*ggas mane
Ain't sh*t no game over here n*gga
n*ggas know what it is n*gga
n*ggas know who the gang is n*gga
n*ggas know who up n*gga
And n*ggas know who suck n*gga
You n*ggas is opps n*gga
For real n*gga (Uh)

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
n*ggas wanna play? I ain't trippin' n*gga game on
Tints so dark can't see sh*t with these shades on
We don't do no askin' round here we just take souls
Stock in a Glock and I'ma bust till his face gone
No it ain't the .40, walkin' funny 'cause the bankroll
Choppa get to singin', put that Draco on Drake mode
Make a n*gga and his b*tch dance, no tango
I'm bustin' then DaBoii is too, real bang bros
Take a b*tch, bandit, these n*ggas can't stand it
They think I'm Mariah how I let go this Cannon
sh*t get real we in the field we don't panic
Strap a 3K, tryna Klu Klux Klan sh*t
.45 get to trippin', like that b*tch havin' a tantrum
Nerds tryna copy, you know I had to Uncle Sam 'em
Stomp a n*gga out, in these Bred 1's band 'em
Dumb hoes, bum hoes, f*ck I can't stand 'em
Wanna f*ck with us you broke n*ggas betta team up
This .40 got me walkin 'round the hood like I'm King Tut
Bands on me bust down, b*tch not a thing tucked
Was runnin' 'round the hood broke, till a n*gga beast up
I'm from the North Pole
Where them n*ggas keep poles
Glock on T.O
Will make you sing like Ne-Yo
Coppin' guns but can't shoot, like Shaq at the free throw
And n*ggas cold, what the f*ck you think I got this heat for?
Me and bro passin' b*tches I can't even speak on
Back to back treat they ass, like we playin' ping-pong
XD on Dbuttahh pokin' out the peacoat
And this .40 shootin' sh*t that's knocking down King Kong Lil n*gga
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Young n*ggas haters three bands when I wake up
Catch an opp [?] b*tch face like makeup
Feds tryna raid us we been totin' rayguns
I think she just argue cause she let em make us
n*ggas know T.O. keep clips for the reload
They team automatic shoot shots for the free throw
My weapons all lethal so big sh*t illegal
Sippin' this lean got me leanin' like Ne-Yo
Sunday, Monday, neck on a Tuesday
Posted on Wednesday, f*ck what your friends say
Sippin' on Thursday, forgot about Thursday
Go up on a Thursday my main b*tch go both ways
Been home for two days no game but keep two K's
Outside a [?] he don't get two ways
I got that Glock on me guap on me cash on me hundreds on me and they blueface
No, I don't do kisses but I just might kiss her
She tell me it's mine and it ain't nobody hit it
They say I been hated the chop like a midget
You with it or not? n*gga make your decision
Cause I'm in your city right now
Glock on me and it hold fifty right now
Slide down your block it's gon be a man down
Two chops hold two hunnid merry go rounds

[Verse 3: DaBoii]
n*ggas speaking on my name they don't know nothing
Big Glock b*tch you know it's a pole on it
Big chop with a drum just to hold hunnid
Empty out the clip leave him cold like his nose running
Like a spoiled kid n*gga you don't know me
My brodie in the back's in the shells with the forty
Young n*ggas tote heat b*tch do the whole team
We don't do the block hit a lick and stay lowkey
b*tch! Who you n*ggas talkin' to?
My n*ggas really riding y'all some bums where y'all walking to?
n*ggas want problems opp a tutor get to solvin' em
You cuffin' on these hoes imma pass I ain't hogging em
My n*ggas want chains like a motherf*ckin' uniform
You mad off a b*tch? I ain't even wanna do the whore
That's yo wife what the f*ck is she choosy for?
You n*ggas full of L's LOL y'all don't shoot the scores