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Game Over (feat. Lil Herb)

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Gang! You already know what the fuck it is man, NLMB

150 Roc Block shit man

You know no niggas fucking with us man

I tried to tell niggas man, it's over

Game over shitHerb)

All I know, get money fuck bitches and

Keep it a 100 plus 50 with my niggas man

No Limit, 150, we them niggas, man

Herbo, Lil Bibby, we at it againAll I know is get money and stack it

In the trap Lil Bibby make the pack flip

Chopper hit 'em, make a nigga do a back flip

These niggas, they bitches, they actors

But they do it good, they can probably get a Grammy

Like Fredo, niggas bitches, what you need, panties?

Dirty Crush, Pacquiao knock me out, Manny

Bad bitch, 5'5, light brown candyAll my young niggas hitta's, I ain't talking Sammy

Baby .9 in the booth, yeah it come in handy

Love red bones but I'll fuck Brandy

Tryna' creep on this niggas but I had a crammyGot a .4-5, two Glock nines

Tryna' argue? I ain't got time

Pull up on a nigga by the stop sign

Slide the doors back then it's shots fired

It's Chiraq, this shit serious

Just bought a thirty clip for the SIG

I'll kill bitch and I'll kill her kids

It all depends what her nigga did

We're killa's, we don't show no sympathy

Murder one or all my enemies

I lost my niggas, I can't feel a thing

Aw, they deep? Lil' bro go clear the scene

He saw the shots but ain't hear the beam

He saw the shots but ain't hear the beam

Beg my pardon, I been sipping lean

Red or purple, I don't sip the greenHold up, turn the beat off

Lil' bro do a hit then skeet off

These niggas keep hating, I just feed off it

Fo' fo' war dog, tear the meat offAR 15, tear his head off it

Your money short, come with it, I'mma wear it off

And every time I see the cops I'mma play it off

I don't pay no damn note, bitch I pay it offReal black tints, I just hide in the whip

New M6, no miles on my shit

Can't waste no time with a bitch

Money coming, I'm just piling the shitIt keep coming now I can't get enough

Bitch suck me to death, now I can't get it up

My shooters on the line like Ginobli and stuff

Two fours in my pop, off the Kobe I'm stuckThese niggas so funny man

Nigga wanna talk man then a nigga get dropped down one

Say what you got to say, what they gon' say?

Niggas already know what it is man

We been doing this shit man

Niggas know we been the hottest, we been getting money

We been pulling up on whatever blocks, wetting shit, gang!

I'm going back in, Free Crack 2, the mixtapeBefore this rapping we was playing with poles

Chasing back and we gon' take a soul

Keep up with us cause niggas can't no more

They like: "This another Play They Role!"I'm getting money, all my cases old

A nigga can't never say he told

Used to weigh the grams, now they weigh the gold

Rob who, fill his face with holes

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