Shofu, Pe$o Pete - GAME OVER! lyrics

Okay, okay, okay
I don't even, I don't even
Know why I'm doin' this, bruh
This beat is weird, but coughing
Uh

Movin' through the snow
Big bro' in the parka jack'
Ice hit's the skin and flips
Back like a starter cap
Bitch, I know your favorite rapper
Trash with no starter stats
Prolly see him on the bench
When I'm runnin' past
I'm on the mission like no other
So I'm runnin' fast
I'm with the bitches and they mothers
So I'm comin' fast
And the triggers lightweight, one tap, boy
I'm gunnin' fast
In the pussy, I go Thundercat
But at the same time
The landline sets the stone
I see the signal in the sky
And I'm set to go i see the look up in they
Eyes when they test the bro'
I see the hook hit by surprise
Then they rest below
Uh, big boy poppin' out the denim jacket
I'd rather get caught wit' it
Than forget to pack it
The rotation so tight
Don't forget to pass it
I wasn't born last week
I've been hittin' classes
And I hope my words hit the masses
I'm devisin' a plan to
Kill all you bastards
And it starts with this, next
Verse finna start like this, uh
(Uh)

Nigga, you ain't ever hurt like this
Nigga, you ain't have to get it for your
Fam' and put in work like this
Zero dollars for the frown
But the smirk priceless
Rajon Rondo, you gon' hear every word I spit
I shine bright
It don't matter how much dirt I get
I got a gentle sunny charm
And a stern ice wrist
You look directly at a nigga
You get burnt eyelids
That's why yo' hoe stay on
My wood, that's my termite, bitch
I told her get on her knees
She a burger takin' bread for the meat
Kill the cat, then from my head, she deletes
Nigga, learn how to watch
There's nothin' better to see
And I ain't never seen a
Hater doing better than me (Nah)
I ignore 'em
Life got me feeling stressed on this beat
(Sheesh) my mama always prayed her son would
Stay blessed in these streets (Uh)
Cold nights
Used to sleep in a bed with no sheets
(Why it sound like, murder?)
But fast-forward, living good
Got all the bread we could eat

Uh, yeah, we eatin' good
For the money, boy, I'm fiendin' good
(yeah) dinner date with ya bitch
Make her eat the wood (Ugh)
She grab my dick like a mic'
Like she speak the wood
She brought her friend to peep the wood
Meet-and-greet the wood (Damn)
I feel greater, number one star player
Big boy, only taller prolly Eren Yeager
(Big boy, only taller prolly Eren Yeager)
Straight gas and the grabba
Got me feelin' Slater
I always knew you was a hater, homie
See you later (Why?)
This tag team, straight-to-the bag team
Think about the money
When I don't, it's a bad dream
Think about the process and the
Struggles and the sad things
Remember, pressure always hasn't been
A bad thing
I was a V-V in the rough with a bag dream
Turn-pipe dream, fuck-on yo'-wife dream
Big bank crackin'
Think-my-stock-finna-rise dream
And hope-that you-die dream, bitch boy


Big bank crackin', big bank crackin'
Raise your hands to God, they told me
"Anything can happen" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't shit funny
Tell 'em why a nigga laughing
I just moved into a mansion, spent the paper
(yeah, yeah, yeah) now my niggas gassin'
Niggas straight mackin' (Haha, fuck)