Lyrics Game On - SOB X RBE

Game On

Niggas wanna play?
I ain’t trippin' nigga game on
Tints so dark can’t see shit with these shades on
We don’t do no askin' round here we just take souls
Stock in a Glock and I’ma bust till his face gone
No it ain’t the .40, walkin' funny 'cause the bankroll
Choppa get to singin', put that Draco on Drake mode
Make a nigga and his bitch dance, no tango
I’m bustin' then DaBoii is too, real bang bros
Take a bitch, bandit, these niggas can’t stand it
They think I’m Mariah how I let go this Cannon
Shit get real we in the field we don’t panic
Strap a 3K, tryna Klu Klux Klan shit
.45 get to trippin', like that bitch havin' a tantrum
Nerds tryna copy, you know I had to Uncle Sam 'em
Stomp a nigga out, in these Bred 1's band 'em
Dumb hoes, bum hoes, fuck I can’t stand 'em
Wanna fuck with us you broke niggas betta team up
This .40 got me walkin 'round the hood like I’m King Tut
Bands on me bust down, bitch not a thing tucked
Was runnin' 'round the hood broke, till a nigga beast up
I’m from the North Pole
Where them niggas keep poles
Glock on T. O
Will make you sing like Ne-Yo
Coppin' guns but can’t shoot, like Shaq at the free throw
And niggas cold, what the fuck you think I got this heat for?
Me and bro passin' bitches I can’t even speak on
Back to back treat they ass, like we playin' ping-pong
XD on D. Buttah pokin' out the peacoat
And this .40 shootin' shit that’s knocking down King Kong Lil nigga
Big four five on my hip got me leanin'
Already had Christian’s, 'fore I walked up in Neiman’s, nigga
Would you believe me if I said I talk demons, baby?
Red bottoms having conversations bout Jesus, baby
Young nigga still posted in the hood
Sending shots to a opp niggas thought it was good
Got K’s, fuckface, cop Ace for the joog
Pourin' Ace for the pain 'cause I came from the mud
I was posted on the block 32 in the chop
Wit' a Glock that’ll knock a nigga head to his socks
Nigga stop it, talking cash shit I’m the profit
Three bands for the 'fit you go broke tryna cop it
And a, young nigga never had shit, uh
Had to get it, had to add shit up
Grandma told me, 'baby never give up'
Find a hole and put your mans in one
Whole gang in party, OMG that’s a lotta poles
Make a wrong move, then them straps take a lotta souls
You a nappy head?
Then them straps take a lotta fros
Try and cut me off, give a fuck got a lotta hoes
Rollin' up the loud, damn I think I met a angel
Bitch I’m the shit, got me feelin' like the anal
Syrup in that Sprite, nah nigga this ain’t maple
He thought he had a bitch till we slid.
Where his main go?
Stop speaking on my name, bitch you barely know the half
I would let you hold a loaf, but you barely good at math
Brought a .40 in the party, I ain’t worried 'bout a jab
Tryna fuck?
Where that check?
I ain’t worried 'bout no ass
Bitch… it’s a muzzle on that strap
Break a bitch down when I fuck her from the back
I know bitches want my cheese, and I ain’t cuffin' on a rat
And I know these niggas plottin', so I’m clutchin' on a strap
And I know these niggas fake, bro told me keep the circle small
Niggas really nerds what the fuck?
Cut them Urkel’s off
And you niggas fake, OMG, God who birthed 'em all?
Circle full of hittas, lil nigga ain’t a nerd involved
Bitch I been in these streets
Bitch I been totin' heat
No stock, big clips for you pussies tryna creep
SOB the gang for you niggas love to speak
Same young wild niggas, fuck a nigga bitch to sleep
But T.O.
ridin' round with that draco
Stay up in yo lane lil nigga 'cause it’s game on
Fuck around and have shots fired nigga case closed
Hit the stash spot, fuck a nigga need a bank for?
Me and Slimmy rollin' 'woods, of that dank up
Slid on the block, bounced out wit' they chains tucked
Callin' coppin please LOL that is lame stuff
Better be smart 'fore this .40 put yo' brains up
Big safe hold bands of them bankrolls
Broke boys can’t compare, nigga these is play clothes
Nerd!