Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Over , by - SOB X RBE. Song from the album SOB X RBE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SOB X RBE
Song language: English
Game Over |
| Bitch I’m in the field, I’m on the block wit' it |
| Tell my niggas up the score, I won’t stop trippin' |
| All this money comin' in, I can’t stop gettin' |
| You know I keep a stick, ain’t no stock wit' me |
| Rockin' with the forty, ain’t no nine wit' me |
| A couple niggas turned bitch, I can’t rock wit' 'em |
| If it’s funk, my niggas they gon' ride for me |
| These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me |
| I gotta keep a stick, ain’t no stock on me |
| Let a nigga try me, I’ma drop sum' |
| I can’t let a nigga take me from my baby no, no |
| I can’t let a nigga take me from my mama, no (noo) |
| A couple bodies gettin' dropped for T. O |
| I just wanna get the top, then I’m gone |
| Niggas say they want funk, but they don’t |
| See this Glock, he don’t wanna be a thug anymore |
| Pouring fours for the cup |
| S block with the thugs |
| Big chop full of slugs |
| Got no trust or no love, for a bitch or a nigga |
| Full clip for a nigga, two sticks on a nigga, yeah |
| Baby come brave on a nigga, aye |
| My only fear is you cheatin' on a nigga, aye |
| They can’t wait for the day they catch me slippin' |
| Got 30 plus in it, I’ma empty out this pimpin' |
| Bitch I’m in the field, I’m on the block wit' it |
| Tell my niggas up the score, I won’t stop trippin' |
| All this money comin' in, I can’t stop gettin' |
| You know I keep a stick, ain’t no stock wit' me |
| Rockin' with the forty, ain’t no nine wit' me |
| A couple niggas turned bitch, I can’t rock wit' 'em |
| If it’s funk, my niggas they gon' ride for me |
| These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me |
| Too many turned on me, I can’t trust no one |
| You claim you a shooter, but ain’t bust no one |
| Keep it on me cause I gotta see my son grow up |
| When I was down who was there for a nigga? |
| No one |
| How the fuck y’all trynna funk but ain’t got no guns? |
| Talkin' all that cash shit, but ain’t got no funds |
| A bandit 'til I have my lil' niggas on sum’n |
| I’ma get that shoota back, lil' nigga, don’t dump |
| They know, they know |
| It’s on me, fa sho |
| Leave a nigga face swole |
| In the field, when it’s funk |
| I keep a bankroll |
| Pour a four in the Faygo |
| Love these hoes? |
| I can’t, no |
| And, my nigga, I’ll never change up |
| Bitch I’m in the field, I’m on the block wit' it |
| Tell my niggas up the score, I won’t stop trippin' |
| All this money comin' in, I can’t stop gettin' |
| You know I keep a stick, ain’t no stock wit' me |
| Rockin' with the forty, ain’t no nine wit' me |
| A couple niggas turned bitch, I can’t rock wit' 'em |
| If it’s funk, my niggas they gon' ride for me |
| These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me |
| These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me |
| These my brothers, ain’t no question, they gon' slide for me |