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game on pt. 2 - sob x rbe lyrics

[intro: slimmy b]
sob x rbe n*gga
we ain’t playing with you sore ass n*ggas mane
ain’t sh*t no game over here n*gga
n*ggas know what it is n*gga
n*ggas know who the gang is n*gga
n*ggas know who up n*gga
and n*ggas know who suck n*gga
you n*ggas is opps n*gga
for real n*gga (uh)

[verse 1: slimmy b]
n*ggas wanna play? i ain’t trippin’ n*gga game on
tints so dark can’t see sh*t 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 n*gga and his b*tch dance, no tango
i’m bustin’ then daboii is too, real bang bros
take a b*tch, bandit, these n*ggas can’t stand it
they think i’m mariah how i let go this cannon
sh*t get real we in the field we don’t panic
strap a 3k, tryna klu klux klan sh*t
.45 get to trippin’, like that b*tch havin’ a tantrum
nerds tryna copy, you know i had to uncle sam ’em
stomp a n*gga out, in these bred 1’s band ’em
dumb hoes, bum hoes, f*ck i can’t stand ’em
wanna f*ck with us you broke n*ggas betta team up
this .40 got me walkin ’round the hood like i’m king tut
bands on me bust down, b*tch not a thing tucked
was runnin’ ’round the hood broke, till a n*gga beast up
i’m from the north pole
where them n*ggas 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*ggas cold, what the f*ck you think i got this heat for?
me and bro passin’ b*tches i can’t even speak on
back to back treat they ass, like we playin’ ping*pong
xd on d.b*ttah pokin’ out the peacoat
and this .40 shootin’ sh*t that’s knocking down king kong lil n*gga
[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
young n*ggas haters three bands when i wake up
catch an opp [?] b*tch face like makeup
feds tryna raid us we been totin’ rayguns
i think she just argue cause she let em make us
n*ggas know t.o. keep clips for the reload
they team automatic shoot shots for the free throw
my weapons all lethal so big sh*t illegal
sippin’ this lean got me leanin’ like ne*yo
sunday, monday, neck on a tuesday
posted on wednesday, f*ck what your friends say
sippin’ on thursday, forgot about thursday
go up on a thursday my main b*tch 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 n0body hit it
they say i been hated the chop like a midget
you with it or not? n*gga 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]
n*ggas speaking on my name they don’t know nothing
big glock b*tch 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 n*gga you don’t know me
my brodie in the back’s in the sh*lls with the forty
young n*ggas tote heat b*tch do the whole team
we don’t do the block hit a l!ck and stay lowkey
b*tch! who you n*ggas talkin’ to?
my n*ggas really riding y’all some bums where y’all walking to?
n*ggas want problems opp a tutor get to solvin’ em
you cuffin’ on these hoes imma pass i ain’t hogging em
my n*ggas want chains like a motherf*ckin’ uniform
you mad off a b*tch? i ain’t even wanna do the wh0re
that’s yo wife what the f*ck is she choosy for?
you n*ggas full of l’s lol y’all don’t shoot the scores

- sob x rbe lyrics

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