Game On Pt. 2

[Intro: Slimmy B]
SOB X RBE nigga
We ain't playing with you sore ass niggas mane
Ain't shit no game over here nigga
Niggas know what it is nigga
Niggas know who the gang is nigga
Niggas know who up nigga
And niggas know who suck nigga
You niggas is opps nigga
For real nigga (Uh)

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
Niggas wanna play? I ain't trippin' nigga game on
Tints so dark can't see shit with these shades on
We don't do no askin' round here we just take souls
Stock in a Glock and I'ma bust till his face gone
No it ain't the .40, walkin' funny 'cause the bankroll
Choppa get to singin', put that Draco on Drake mode
Make a nigga and his bitch dance, no tango
I'm bustin' then DaBoii is too, real bang bros
Take a bitch, bandit, these niggas can't stand it
They think I'm Mariah how I let go this Cannon
Shit get real we in the field we don't panic
Strap a 3K, tryna Klu Klux Klan shit
.45 get to trippin', like that bitch havin' a tantrum
Nerds tryna copy, you know I had to Uncle Sam 'em
Stomp a nigga out, in these Bred 1's band 'em
Dumb hoes, bum hoes, fuck I can't stand 'em
Wanna fuck with us you broke niggas betta team up
This .40 got me walkin 'round the hood like I'm King Tut
Bands on me bust down, bitch not a thing tucked
Was runnin' 'round the hood broke, till a nigga beast up
I'm from the North Pole
Where them niggas keep poles
Glock on T.O
Will make you sing like Ne-Yo
Coppin' guns but can't shoot, like Shaq at the free throw
And niggas cold, what the fuck you think I got this heat for?
Me and bro passin' bitches I can't even speak on
Back to back treat they ass, like we playin' ping-pong
XD on Dbuttahh pokin' out the peacoat
And this .40 shootin' shit that's knocking down King Kong Lil nigga

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Young niggas haters three bands when I wake up
Catch an opp [?] bitch face like makeup
Feds tryna raid us we been totin' rayguns
I think she just argue cause she let em make us
Niggas know T.O. keep clips for the reload
They team automatic shoot shots for the free throw
My weapons all lethal so big shit illegal
Sippin' this lean got me leanin' like Ne-Yo
Sunday, Monday, neck on a Tuesday
Posted on Wednesday, fuck what your friends say
Sippin' on Thursday, forgot about Thursday
Go up on a Thursday my main bitch go both ways
Been home for two days no game but keep two K's
Outside a [?] he don't get two ways
I got that Glock on me guap on me cash on me hundreds on me and they blueface
No, I don't do kisses but I just might kiss her
She tell me it's mine and it ain't nobody hit it
They say I been hated the chop like a midget
You with it or not? Nigga make your decision
Cause I'm in your city right now
Glock on me and it hold fifty right now
Slide down your block it's gon be a man down
Two chops hold two hunnid merry go rounds

[Verse 3: DaBoii]
Niggas speaking on my name they don't know nothing
Big Glock bitch you know it's a pole on it
Big chop with a drum just to hold hunnid
Empty out the clip leave him cold like his nose running
Like a spoiled kid nigga you don't know me
My brodie in the back's in the shells with the forty
Young niggas tote heat bitch do the whole team
We don't do the block hit a lick and stay lowkey
Bitch! Who you niggas talkin' to?
My niggas really riding y'all some bums where y'all walking to?
Niggas want problems opp a tutor get to solvin' em
You cuffin' on these hoes imma pass I ain't hogging em
My niggas want chains like a motherfuckin' uniform
You mad off a bitch? I ain't even wanna do the whore
That's yo wife what the fuck is she choosy for?
You niggas full of L's LOL y'all don't shoot the scores