Game Over

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