Game Over - INDIGOCHILDRICK, Robb Bank$

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

Dont 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 1.9 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

Dont disrespect we at your neck like bow-ties

This ain’t a game you only got one life

Game over