Game Over

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Money on the floor, then I'm Yeah, yeah, okay [Verse] Money on the floor then I'm to it like the hedgehog Told the shooter slide, when you slide, knock his head off All these fuckin' giffies in my pocket, where my eggnog? Doin' all that barkin', boy, you gon' end up a dead dog Oh my God, come get your bitch, can't get her off of me Gotta stay strapped just for the niggas tryna plot on me Boy, I'm in Kentucky with that chicken, got a lot on me I can show you how to go and get it if you follow me Show my lil' nigga how to punch, now he go tеn If I shoot my shot at your bitch, it's gon' go in In the club feelin' good, snuck the pole in I'ma makе it to the top and let my bros in You keep thinkin' life a game until it's game over With a baddie smokin' on some opps in a Range Rover Man, I'm known from coast to coast, I just ain't local Came a long way from askin' grannies, "What is your social?" You down bad all on Tinder tryna get some pussy Better ask around, I'm the vet, I'm not no fuckin' rookie What the fuck did you put in this pack? This is not no cookie I ain't even in the mood to dance, chain like to boogie Chopper got a scope and the grip, Glock got a fully If you say she loyal, why the fuck is she respondin' to me? Kinda feel like Kevin Porter Jr., got a rocket on me And I'm ridin' 'round with some niggas that'll pop you for me Bitch bad, every time I see her I'ma get a woody Hit it good, when she leave, I bet she tryna steal my hoodie I ain't even have to buy her liquor, she be drinkin' [?] Had to smack it out her had, she tried to pass it to me Glock got thirty, shot eleven, Millie Bobby Brown Took her on a trip 'cause she ain't never been out of town Baby wanna be my gravity, say she gon' hold me down I think she a pro, she in here tryna go another round Tryna knock me out with that Wop, you ain't Floyd, ho I can tell by how the way you act, you for sure broke White buffs, lookin' like a nigga finna snort coke I won't never put my trust in you, you'll for sure choke [Part II] [Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Shit Shit (Fuck with 'em, Bill) Okay (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse] It kinda feel like niggas wanna see me lose (Fuck) That's why I'm by myself thumbin' through some blues (Shit) Hit him in his top, I'm tryna see it ooze All her friends tens, make it hard to choose (Fuck) If I'm in the rental, it's a foreign and we doggin' it I'll pass lil' baby if she choosin', I ain't hoggin' it Grab her hand when she givin' head, I want all of it Takin' a couple Jacks of ShittyBoyz starter kit You wake up dick suckin', you ain't even brush your teeth yet I just touched down in Kansas City, where the Chiefs at? No, you cannot win by yourself, where your team at? If I shoot my shot at your bitch, I'm gon' Green that Exterminatin' shit, come through and get you gone quick Turn eighteen and I ain't think he on some grown shit Don't believe you gettin' all this money, you don't own shit And now I'm thinkin' 'bout it, you ain't even got your own whip Lame-ass, broke-ass corn ball 2022 Gladiator, snatched the doors off 2023, I'm comin' harder than a virgin Droppin' home, blowin' zaza, got me swervin' You be talking like you in the field, what, you nervous? All this chicken on me, I should open up a Church's I know the feelin', feelin' like you ain't shit but worthless But then I scammed your granny and found out my purpose [Outro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Fuck with 'em, Bill) (Damn, JakeSand)