G Herbo - Game Over lyrics

[Intro: Both] Gang! You already know what the f** it is man, NLMB 150 Roc Block sh** man You know no n***as f**ing with us man I tried to tell n***as man, it's over Game over sh** [Verse 1: Herb] All I know, get money f** b**hes and Keep it a 100 plus 50 with my n***as man No Limit, 150, we them n***as, 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***a do a back flip These n***as, they b**hes, they actors [Verse 3: Herb] But they do it good, they can probably get a Grammy Like Fredo, n***as b**hes, what you need, panties? Dirty Crush, Pacquiao knock me out, Manny Bad b**h, 5'5, light brown candy [Verse 4: Bibby] All my young n***as hitta's, I ain't talking Sammy Baby .9 in the booth, yeah it come in handy Love red bones but I'll f** Brandy Tryna' creep on this n***as 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***a by the stop sign Slide the doors back then it's shots fired It's Chiraq, this sh** serious Just bought a thirty clip for the SIG I'll k** b**h and I'll k** her kids It all depends what her n***a did [Verse 6: Herb] We're k**a's, we don't show no sympathy Murder one or all my enemies I lost my n***as, 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***as keep hating, I just feed off it Fo' fo' war dog, 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**h I pay it off [Verse 9: Bibby] Real black tints, I just hide in the whip New M6, no miles on my sh** Can't waste no time with a b**h Money coming, I'm just piling the sh** [Verse 10: Herb] It keep coming now I can't get enough b**h s** me to d**h, 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***as so funny man n***a wanna talk man then a n***a get dropped down one Say what you got to say, what they gon' say? n***as already know what it is man We been doing this sh** man n***as know we been the hottest, we been getting money We been pulling up on whatever blocks, wetting sh**, 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***as can't no more They like: "This another Play They Role!" [Verse 12: Bibby] I'm getting money, all my cases old A n***a can't never say he told Used to weigh the grams, now they weigh the gold Rob who, fill his face with holes