Game Over lyrics

by

T.I.


[Intro: Both]
Gang! You already know what the f*ck it is man, NLMB
150 Roc Block sh*t man
You know no n*ggas f*cking with us man
I tried to tell n*ggas man, it's over
Game over sh*t

[Verse 1: Herb]
All I know, get money f*ck b*tches and
Keep it a 100 plus 50 with my n*ggas man
No Limit, 150, we them n*ggas, man
Herbo, Lil Bibby, we at it again

[Verse 2: Bibby]
All I know is get money and stack it
In the trap Lil Bibby make the pack flip
Chopper hit 'em, make a n*gga do a back flip
These n*ggas, they b*tches, they actors

[Verse 3: Herb]
But they do it good, they can probably get a Grammy
Like Fredo, n*ggas b*tches, what you need, panties?
Dirty Crush, Pacquiao knock me out, Manny
Bad b*tch, 5'5, light brown candy

[Verse 4: Bibby]
All my young n*ggas hitta's, I ain't talking Sammy
Baby .9 in the booth, yeah it come in handy
Love red bones but I’ll f*ck Brandy
Tryna' creep on this n*ggas but I had a crammy
[Verse 5: Bibby]
Got a .4-5, two Glock nines
Tryna' argue? I ain't got time
Pull up on a n*gga by the stop sign
Slide the doors back then it's shots fired
It's Chiraq, this sh*t serious
Just bought a thirty clip for the SIG
I'll kill b*tch and I'll kill her kids
It all depends what her n*gga did

[Verse 6: Herb]
We're killa's, we don't show no sympathy
Murder one or all my enemies
I lost my n*ggas, 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

[Verse 7: Bibby]
Hold up, turn the beat off
Lil' bro do a hit then skeet off
These n*ggas keep hating, I just feed off it
Fo' fo' bulldog, tear the meat off
[Verse 8: Herb]
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, b*tch I pay it off

[Verse 9: Bibby]
Real black tints, I just hide in the whip
New M6, no miles on my sh*t
Can't waste no time with a b*tch
Money coming, I'm just piling the sh*t

[Verse 10: Herb]
It keep coming now I can't get enough
b*tch 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

[Interlude: Both]
These n*ggas so funny man
n*gga wanna talk man then a n*gga get dropped down one
Say what you got to say, what they gon' say?
n*ggas already know what it is man
We been doing this sh*t man
n*ggas know we been the hottest, we been getting money
We been pulling up on whatever blocks, wetting sh*t, gang!
I'm going back in, Free Crack 2, the mixtape
[Verse 11: Herb]
Before this rapping we was playing with poles
Chasing back and we gon' take a soul
Keep up with us cause n*ggas can't no more
They like: "This another Play They Role!"

[Verse 12: Bibby]
I'm getting money, all my cases old
A n*gga can't never say he told
Used to weigh the grams, now they weigh the gold
Rob who, fill his face with holes
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