SOB x RBE (Slimmy B) - Game on lyrics

[Intro] From parts unknown [Verse 1-SlimmyB] n***as wanna play, I ain't trippin' n***a game on Tints so dark can't see sh** with these shades on We don't do no askin' round here we just take souls Stock in a Glock and imma bust till his face gone No it ain't 40, walkin' funny cus the bankroll Choppa get to singin Put that draco in Drake mode Make a n***a and his b**h dance no tango Im bussin' then Daboii is too Real bang bros Take a b**h, bandit These n***as can't stand it They think I'm Mariah how I let go this Cannon sh** get real we in the field we don't panic Strap a 3K tryna Klu Klux Klan sh** Four five get to trippin Like that b**h havin' a tantrum Nerds tryna copy You know I had to Uncle Sam em Stomp a n***a out In these Bred 1's band em Dumb hoes, bum hoes f** I can't stand em Wanna f** with us you broke n***as betta team up This 40 got me walkin 'round the hood Like I'm King Tut Bands on me bust down b**h not thing tucked Was runnin' 'round the hood broke Till a n***a beefed up I'm from the North Pole Where them n***as 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 n***as cold What the f** you think I got this heat for Me and bro pa**in' b**hes I can't even speak on Back to back treat they a** Like we playin ping-pong XD on D, bu*ter[?] pokin out the peacoat And the 40 shootin' sh** that's knocking down King Kong lil n***a [Verse 2 - YhungTO] Big four five on my hip got me leanin' Already had Christians Before I walked up in Nemins n***a would you believe me if I said I talk demons Baby red bottoms having conversations bout Jesus Baby young n***a still posted in the hood Sending shots to a op n***as thought it was good Got K's f**face cop ace for the joog Pourin ace for the pain cus I came from the mud I was posted on the block 32 in the chop With a Glock that'll knock a n***a head to his socks n***a stop it, talking cash sh** I'm the profit Three bands for the fit you go broke tryna cop Young n***a never had sh**, uh Had to get it had to ask sh**, uh Grandma told baby never give up Find a hole and put your mans in one [Verse 3-Daboii] Whole gang in party OMG that's a lotta poles Make a wrong move Then them straps take a lotta souls You a nappy head Then them straps take a lotta fros Try and cut me off Give a f** gotta lotta hoes Rollin up the loud damn i think I'm in a angel b**h I'm this sh**, got me feelin like the an*l Syrup in that sprite, nah n***a this ain't maple He thought he had a b**h till he slid Where his main go? Stop speaking on my name b**h you barely know the half I would let you hold a loaf But you barely good math Brought a 40 in the party I ain't worried bout a jab Tryna f**? Where that check I ain't worried bout no a** b*tch... it's a muzzle on that strap Break a b**h down when I f** her from the back I know b**hes want my cheese And I ain't cuffin on a rat And I know these n***as plottin' So I'm clutchin on a strap And I know these n***as fake Bro told me keep the circle small n***as really nerds What the f**? Cut them Urkel's off And you n***as fake OMG got [?] Circle full of hittas Lil n***a ain't a nerd at all [Verse 3-Lul G] b**h I been in these streets b**h I been totin heat No stock, big clips for you pussies tryna creep SOB the gang for you n***as love speak Same young wild n***as f** a n***as b**h to sleep But TO ridin round with that draco Stay up in yo lane lil n***a cus it's game on f** around and have shots fired n***a case closed Hit the stash spot f** a n***a need a bank for [?] see me rollin woods [?] Slid on the block bounced out with that change tucked Callin coppin[?] please lol that is lame stuff Better be smart before this 40 put yo brains up Big shapes whole bands and them bankrolls Broke boys can't compare n***a these is play clothes Nerd!