Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Over , by - Lil Bibby. Release date: 30.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Game Over |
| 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 shit |
| 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 again |
| All 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 candy |
| All 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 crammy |
| Got 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 green |
| Hold up, turn the beat off |
| Lil' bro do a hit then skeet off |
| These niggas keep hating, I just feed off it |
| Fo' fo' bulldog, tear the meat off |
| AR 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 off |
| Real 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 shit |
| It 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 stuck |
| These 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 mixtape |
| Before 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 |