Game Over

SOB the gang gettin' caught sharin' no info

Cartier wearin' nappy head that'll get dough

The chopper be like six-four, I spent a band and get mo'

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

Have my **** 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 (Bitch, I'm different)

Walked in my closet and my kingdom was discovery

Your 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 ****, 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 **** doin' jumping jacks

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

.223 stretch a **** 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, ****, that's a no-no

Big .40 make a **** lean like a cholo

I hopped out that Gucci, hopped in some Louis

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

Got **** 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 your clip hold a hundred and that bitch on automatic

White golds in my mouth, talkin' cash shit

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

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

And she was tryna get it lit like a blunt so I passed it

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

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

You **** actin' but you really just the extras

And one phone call, my shooters check you off that checklist

**** love typin' on that meek shit

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

Shout out my ex who said I wouldn't be shit

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

Aye, you with that sucka shit, bad, I might cut that shit

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

We aim, then you duck with every **** that you fuckin' with

SOB X RBE, the only **** that I'm fuckin' with, gang