Lyrics Game Over - INDIGOCHILDRICK, Robb Bank$

Game Over

Better look up, look up
Peon nigga you talkin to me from the ground
Now come cash that G check
And watch it bounce
The amount of foolishness I see, criminal
Let’s do the math and add it up
The streets want the original
Gimmie a minute I’m finna finnuck
Ain’t that how it go?
Niggas ain’t bite my whole style now?
Yeah yeah, ok, for sure
Seing through these hoe ass niggas
I got that X-ray
It’s Rick Sucka nigga
IRS you got homage to pay
Ain’t no dopplegangers, we are not the same bruh
Imitate a nigga but you had to switch the name up
Stay in your lane
You a motherfucking lame
Turn the heat on the flame up
Infiltrate the game up
Fuck all your old shit nigga
Fuck all your new shit nigga
Yous a loser nigga
Hop off the style I’m doing nigga
Your bitch ain’t gotta bring out no ruler to see who’s bigger
I’m a 5'10 nigga, cut, built chest big
Put me in my zone and imma stomp out your shit
Right sole of a boot
In your dome lil nigga
Blood shining on the pavement
Like chrome blood nigga
The way I roll get you disowned in your home lil nigga
Leave you breathing through a tube trombone ass nigga
My style you wanna lean on, I’m tryna Leone’s
You a type of nigga I would pee on, be gone
Why you thought that shit was gon slide
Pulled your face card but your shit got declined
Authentic nigga, man my shit bonafide
Yeah you got a wave but your shit low tide, motherfucker
How you gonna use my style as a guide
Try to mold your life off the shit that I provide
Dont disrespect we at your neck like bow-ties
This ain’t a game you only got one life
Game over
Flip, flip, flip
Load my clip, I aim, I hit
I never miss, thought I told ya
Rolex Rover, big cap it like I’m pose' to
Splattack up on me nigga get the dirt up off my shoulder
Fuckboy for sure, nigga it’s the, 9.5.4, ride slow
Black metal professional, i’d hit them licks your dogs is bitch
Know who it is, so suck my dick, you lil bitch
I’m bout to F.U.K, FKA Twigs for the FLA climb on
My tree that i told her to leave
I hit my bitch worse the enemy
And her bestie had them together they left it up to me
Slave over beats, can nobody hear pluck
But who run, can’t no nigga do it like me
Everyone won’t be that nigga and end up a lyin' ass hoe NAACP
You can put your favorite 1.9 I bet he runnin up with 3's
I’m the two and a one only checking ID’s
Fill up my money, fetti fallen
100 you rob me, I got the tommy
Shoot wassup, find you 'for you find me
My nigga Raichu when he see the peasants out without the Pokeball
New iTunes nigga i’m the red icon, teamlightskin capped on
Gia with the S-fall clean a piper senpai wax on wax off
Why you thought that shit was gon slide
Pulled your face card but your shit got declined
Authentic nigga, man my shit bonafide
Yeah you got a wave but your shit low tide, motherfucker
How you gonna use my style as a guide
Try to mold your life off the shit that I provide
Dont disrespect we at your neck like bow-ties
This ain’t a game you only got one life
Game over