Game Over Lyrics

You can not tell a nigga something he already gone know

You better tell yo niggas back up before this case closed

Oh yes I spit a little rizz now I'm raiding her throat

I need like five more minutes then I'm ready to go

You cannot tell a nigga something he already gone know

Nah nah I don't need a coat to show I'm cold

I be moving like yea yea I'm so boastful

I'm the nigga that you hate and leave yo shawty with a throat full

Blow it down with five shots I

Glock with a switch like

Talk down on that nigga cause I don't get his hype I

I take drugs just I can have a high night

How the fuck I end up in yo bitches highlights

Pop it like a rockstar regret it in the morning

If it ain't some money know that I'm ignoring

Self-sabotage like I be popping cyanide

I8 Beamer bitch don't fuck the seats inside

Where the fuck you get yo sauce

How the fuck you go and do it like that

Have you ever dealt with heartbreak

I won't ever get used to that

I tell these niggas I pull up on the block fuck a switch

I told these niggas fuck a two-tone Rollie my wrist

I came out the womb with like hella rizz

Momma say keep ya hands clean I'm playing with sticks

Take my time with money cause you know I'm always adding up

All these niggas pussy man these niggas acting passive uh

I rock Saint Laurent with boots cuz Tommy always been about the culture

Yo bitch always stay up in my dm's less I bend her over

I rock 10g's on me cuz you know I got a money shoulder

If she talking bout some money then you know I ghost her

New op-pack drop nigga ima blow her

Glock with a switch boy I call that shit my toaster

I don't want the Rari ima go and cop the roadster

Uh uh uh stepping in my Louie loafers

Uh uh uh ain't showing my face like we playing poker

Stepping on these niggas showing all these niggas game over

Uh uh uh game over

Uh uh game over

Uh uh game over

You cannot tell a nigga something he already gone know

You better tell yo niggas back up before this case closed

Oh yes I spit a little rizz now I'm raiding her throat

I need like five more minutes then I'm ready to go

You cannot tell a nigga something he already gone know

Nah nah I don't need a coat to show I'm cold

I be moving like yea yea I'm so boastful

I'm the nigga that you hate and leave yo shawty with a throat full

I got more money than yo niggas

Can't fuck with hoe niggas

SRT go too fast

I snap yo bitch like you nasty

Never said a word to you then bitch I'm like well who asked

Boy don't bring no straps around here yea know that's too plastic

The way she throw that pussy on me man I swear that shit elastic

I don't know no strippers but you know I'm throwing racks at magic

Boy I got precision I don't even need no fucking attachments

Niggas beefing about a bitch you know that shit is way too tragic

Uh Uh Way too tragic

Uh Uh Way too tragic

Uh Uh Way too tragic

Uh Uh Way too tragic

I ain't going out sad ima let these niggas have it

Something wrong with niggas I don't even I don't even know

Money, drugs, and hoes I know that shit got a little hold

Niggas moving clownish but my humor never made for jokes

Forget but I don't ever let it go

My brain's on stride don't got to say no more

You cannot tell a nigga something he already gone know

You better tell yo niggas back up before this case closed

Oh yes I spit a little rizz now I'm raiding her throat

I need like five more minutes then I'm ready to go

You can not tell a nigga something he already gone know

Nah nah I don't need a coat to show I'm cold

I be moving like yea yea I'm so boastful

I'm the nigga that you hate and leave yo shawty with a throat full