GAME OVER ft. MarSpazzin Lyrics

Ooooh, oooh, ooh

Ooooh, oooh, ooh

Ooooh, oooh, ooh

Ooooh, oooh, ooh

Ooooh, oooh, ooh

Ooooh, oooh, ooh

Ooooh, oooh, ooh

Yeah, hold on, wait

Don't fuck around and break a bone

Cuz me and my niggas, you know that we snapping

Fuck a deuce, I poured a four

The marijuana, yeah that shit got me laughing

And my ex bitch still tapping my phone

Don't pay attention cuz she nagging

Bitch niggas ain't about it, they acting

.40 on my hip, Imma shoot you from the back end

Keep it on me, never lacking

Imma do magic, make that boy fly like Aladdin

Fuck around and kill you while you napping

Getting guava, you know that it's stacking

I like to smoke by the pound

Carry the stick cuz I do not wanna play around

All my VVS' drown

Nigga touch my chain, swear to god it's going down

Beretta kick it like it's FIFA

Swear I got more dough than a pizza

Keep a young rocket like Ariza

Choppa go boom, onomatopoeia

Bitch, fuck a thot, I don't need her

Put a M on his head, now he look like Vegeta

Damn

Can't stand this thottie, she all in my face

I need that Benz, I need that CLA (Yeah)

Swervin' down the road, I'm in that four door Range (Yeah)

Running from the cops, I'm empty on that tank (Uh, yeah)

I can't cuff no thot cuz I feel like I'm chained

(Oooooh, aahhh)

Bad bitch better watch her tongue

Blow the pack down like it's runtz

Started this shit having fun

Now the boy Top #1

While you down bad in the dumps

I'm making cash, you making none

Imma hit up Johnny Dang, my diamonds they gon' weigh a ton

Yeah, Arc'teryx on my coat

Lil' boy better check my growth

Two twins, Imma bag them both

Beat it up, murder they wrote

Been rich, I ain't never been broke

I ain't ever going down that road

Call up my shooters, they ready on Go!

Sold out my event

You was sad cuz you can't get in

Put my all in, so I'll win

Praise god, so I gotta repent

I ain't never gon' stop sinning

I'm in LA with the gremlins, and the killers, and the felons

Drop the top off his melon

Got a tat, 777

Money tall, 6'11

Not talking Tim Duncan, but I ball like I'm Stephen

Crazy how my sessions getting funded by Dunkin'

Glock made him sprint

This shit don't sound like running

Shawty ask me this question, I don't know how to respond

She said "Do you love me?", I tell her what she want

Bad bitch, she brunette

But I need something blonde

VVS' like the ocean, I'm Frank on my songs

Voice sing like angels, I'm up and beyond

God on my side, so my life gon' prolong

You know I'm trying, been righting my wrongs

Heart on my sleeve, this that COMME des GARÇONS

(Ooooh, oooh, ooh)

Fuck with us, you get smoked like a bong

If I hit it, she singing my song

She wet like a ocean, dripping in a thong

Fake weed, I can smell that

Do 100 in the Hellcat

Nigga really want his mail back

Toting two quarters, that's 50

All you niggas kinda shitty

I'm the hottest in my city

Told her she pretty so I could play with her kitty

I leave you bloody

I'm sippin' dirty, sippin' muddy

Been taking off ever since I dropped MyBuddy

Imma wipe his nose if it's runny

Solo Dolo 'till the end like I'm Kid Cudi

Man, you niggas kinda funny

You funny (Bitch)