Game Over - SOB X RBE

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