RizzooRizzoo - Game Over lyrics

(Chorus) Pull up on the scene five bi**hes in the Rover All my brother shooters all my ni**as they my soldiers Diamonds yellow looking like a motherf**king cobra Run up on me Game Over,Game Over, Game Over, Game Over, Game Over In the beemer doing tricks Game Over,Game Over Got your bi**h all on my d**k Game Over, Game Over Copped a couple packs and I made a field Game Over,Game Over (Verse 1 – Lil Uzi Vert) You cuffin that bi**h, that ain’t my hoe Look at my chain on that bi**h I swear that is on froze Look at my mouth in that snow All of my paper is hunnits, I count my money with my eyes closed Swerving in a Range Rover Switching lanes in a Range Rover Ten thousand for my chain on me But you know I’m a c**aine hoe Turn up with my wodies We f**k all your hoes (Chorus) Pull up on the scene five bi**hes in the Rover All my brother shooters all my ni**as they my soldiers Diamonds yellow looking like a motherf**king cobra Run up on me Game Over,mGame Over,Game Over, Game Over, Game Over In the beemer doing tricks Game Over, Game Over Got your bi**h all on my d**k Game Over, Game Over Copped a couple packs and I made a field Game Over, Game Over (Verse 2 – Rizzoo Rizzoo) You f**k with me then it’s over Tony Montana we global I cannot f**k with no local My name is all on the poster My bi**h keep a gun in her coat I cannot go back to broke I be like 2k a show Or fifteen for the snow Dripping in sauce, overflows I got the game in the cold I just be f**king these hoes…yellow brick road Spilling Lean on my clothes It’s hot like I’m over the stove I like Spanish bi**h she don’t speak no inglo Stacking Pesos like the Got a Puerto Rican bilingual She need a green pa** to be legal I do a drive by in the Regal Game over when I see you Know some real ni**as that claim blue But most my ni**as don’t be fool Game Over (Chorus) Pull up on the scene five b**hes in the Rover All my brother shooters all my ni**as they my soldiers Diamonds yellow looking like a motherf**king cobra Run up on me Game over, game over, game over, game over, game over In the beemer doing tricks Game over, game over Got your bi**h all on my d**k Game over, game over Copped a couple packs and I made a field Game over, game over (Outro) I’m the best whether you like it or not You’re looking at the best looking man,the best dressed man Long limousines Jet Planes Custom made clones And any woman in the world I want, just like that You’re nothing but the son of a plumber You can’t stand the fact that I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth can ya? Huh? Riding around in that funky motorcycle Why don’t you get a Mercedes-Benz and be a real man? Huh? You’re all playing I don’t care where you are in life, lets face it If you’re not carrying the big gold, you’re second best no matter what you tell yourself So gear up ladies and gentleman. Get used to it in Drip Flare