IndigoChildRick, Robb Bank$ - Game Over lyrics

Better look up, look up
Peon nigga you talkin to me from the ground
Now come cash that G check
And watch it bounce
The amount of foolishness I see, criminal
Let's do the math and add it up
The streets want the original
Gimmie a minute, I'm finna finnuck
Ain't that how it go?
Niggas ain't bite my whole style now?
Yeah yeah, ok, for sure
Seing through these hoe ass niggas
I got that X ray it's Rick Sucka nigga
IRS you got homage to pay
Ain't no dopplegangers
We are not the same bruh

Imitate a nigga but you had
To switch the name up
Stay in your lane, you a motherfucking lame
Turn the heat on the flame up
Infiltrate the game up
Fuck all your old shit nigga
Fuck all your new shit nigga
Yous a loser nigga
Hop off the style I'm doing nigga
Your bitch ain't gotta bring out no
Ruler to see who's bigger
I'm a 5'10 nigga, cut, built chest big
Put me in my zone and
Imma stomp out your shit
Right sole of a boot in your dome lil nigga
Blood shining on the pavement
Like chrome blood nigga
The way I roll get you disowned
In your home lil nigga
Leave you breathing through a
Tube trombone ass nigga
My style you wanna lean on, I'm tryna Leone's
You a type of nigga I would pee on, be gone

Why you thought that shit was gon slide
Pulled your face card but
Your shit got declined
Authentic nigga, man my shit bonafide
Yeah you got a wave but your shit low tide
Motherfucker
How you gonna use my style as a guide
Try to mold your life off
The shit that I provide
Don't disrespect we at your
Neck like bow-ties
This ain't a game you only got one life
Game over

Flip, flip, flip load my clip, I aim, I hit
I never miss, thought I told ya
Rolex Rover, big cap it like I'm pose' to
Splattack up on me nigga get the
Dirt up off my shoulder
Fuckboy for sure, nigga it's the, 9-5-4
Ride slow black metal professional
I'd hit them licks your dogs is bitch
Know who it is, so suck my dick
You lil bitch i'm bout to F-U-K
FKA Twigs for the FLA climb on
My tree that I told her to leave
I hit my bitch worse the enemy
And her bestie had them together they
Left it up to me
Slave over beats, can nobody hear pluck
But who run, can't no nigga do it like me
Everyone won't be that nigga and end
Up a lyin' ass hoe NAACP
You can put your favorite 19 I
Bet he runnin up with 3's
I'm the two and a one only checking ID's
Fill up my money, fetti fallen
100 you rob me, I got the tommy
Shoot wassup, find you 'for you find me
My nigga Raichu when he see the
Peasants out without the Pokeball
New iTunes nigga i'm the red icon
Teamlightskin capped on
Gia with the S-fall clean a piper
Senpai wax on wax off

Why you thought that shit was gon slide
Pulled your face card but
Your shit got declined
Authentic nigga, man my shit bonafide
Yeah you got a wave but your shit low tide
Motherfucker
How you gonna use my style as a guide
Try to mold your life off
The shit that I provide
Don't disrespect we at your
Neck like bow-ties
This ain't a game you only got one life
Game over