Game Over Lyrics - Singles - Lil Bibby

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Gang! You already know what the fuck it is man, NLMB 

150 Roc Block shit man 

You know no niggas fucking with us man 

I tried to tell niggas man, it's over 

Game over shit 

Herb) 

All I know, get money fuck bitches and 

Keep it a 100 plus 50 with my niggas man 

No Limit, 150, we them niggas, man 

Herbo, Lil Bibby, we at it again 

All I know is get money and stack it 

In the trap Lil Bibby make the pack flip 

Chopper hit 'em, make a nigga do a back flip 

These niggas, they bitches, they actors 

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But they do it good, they can probably get a Grammy 

Like Fredo, niggas bitches, what you need, panties? 

Dirty Crush, Pacquiao knock me out, Manny 

Bad bitch, 5'5, light brown candy 

All my young niggas hitta's, I ain't talking Sammy 

Baby .9 in the booth, yeah it come in handy 

Love red bones but I'll fuck Brandy 

Tryna' creep on this niggas but I had a crammy 

Got a .4-5, two Glock nines 

Tryna' argue? I ain't got time 

Pull up on a nigga by the stop sign 

Slide the doors back then it's shots fired 

It's Chiraq, this shit serious 

Just bought a thirty clip for the SIG 

I'll kill bitch and I'll kill her kids 

It all depends what her nigga did 

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We're killa's, we don't show no sympathy 

Murder one or all my enemies 

I lost my niggas, 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 

Hold up, turn the beat off 

Lil' bro do a hit then skeet off 

These niggas keep hating, I just feed off it 

Fo' fo' war dog, tear the meat off 

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, bitch I pay it off 

Real black tints, I just hide in the whip 

New M6, no miles on my shit 

Can't waste no time with a bitch 

Money coming, I'm just piling the shit 

It keep coming now I can't get enough 

Bitch 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 

These niggas so funny man 

Nigga wanna talk man then a nigga get dropped down one 

Say what you got to say, what they gon' say? 

Niggas already know what it is man 

We been doing this shit man 

Niggas know we been the hottest, we been getting money 

We been pulling up on whatever blocks, wetting shit, gang! 

I'm going back in, Free Crack 2, the mixtape 

Before this rapping we was playing with poles 

Chasing back and we gon' take a soul 

Keep up with us cause niggas can't no more 

They like: "This another Play They Role!" 

I'm getting money, all my cases old 

A nigga can't never say he told 

Used to weigh the grams, now they weigh the gold 

Rob who, fill his face with holes