Lyrics Game Over - SOB X RBE

SOB the gang gettin' (?) no info
Cartier wearin' nappy head that'll get dough
The chopper be like 64, I spent a band and get mo'
Tints on my face and I ain't talkin' about a window
Have my nigga slide with that 40, he be trippin'
40 with a big stick, that chopper that's a big kick
Came with two straps, one pass like it's Slick Rick
And two chains on so I'm guessin' that I'm different
Walked in my closet and my kingdom was discovery
Yo' bitch, that's the same bitch who be in love with me
Ferragamo, had them bitches wonderin' is he cuffin' me
I'm runnin' up a check and all my niggas they gon' run with me
A snake in my circle, cut him off I cannot fuck with that
30 clip no tuckin' that, false move I'm buckin' that
Dick a bitch down and you cannot get her up with that
The chopper get to spittin', have a nigga doin' jumping jacks
I hopped out that van with that K and let 'em have it
223 stretch a nigga body like elastic
I told her to slide and bend it over like gymnastics
I fuck bad bitches, you fuck ducks like Daffy
Big north Polo, big body four door
I drive it like a stolo, ridin' around solo
Ever catch me slippin', ha nigga that's a no no
Big 40 make a nigga lean like a cholo
I hopped out that Gucci, hopped in some Louis
I hopped out a Benz, bitch you hopped out a hoopty
Got niggas mad cause their bitches wanna do me
But it ain't shit to me so I let them hoes screw me
All about a check if she broke you can have her
Make money as a trapper bitch not as a rapper
Aim or no aim cudi it don't really matter when yo' clip hold a hundred and that bitch on automatic
White golds in my mouth talkin' cash shit
We actin', bounce out and let a nigga have it
Two cellphones, one for my bitch and one for that (?)
She was tryna get it lit like a blunt so I passed it
Flexin', I swear to God a nigga love flexin'
Once you spent it on a whip, I went and spent it on a necklace
You niggas actin' but you really just the extras
And one phone call my shooters check you off that checklist
Niggas love typin' on that mink shit
Blind to a broke bitch, I can't see shit
Shout out my exes that said I wouldn't be shit
I don't fuck with them Trues, that's that weak shit
You with that sucka shit, bad I might cut that shit
Tryna get her back, Mickey D she be lovin' me
We aim and you duck with every nigga that you fuckin' with
SOB, RBE the only niggas that I'm fuckin' with
Gang