Game Over
Lil Bibby Lyrics

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
We're NLMB and 150 Roc Block, no one can beat us, it's game over for them. We're telling everyone that we're the best and they know they're not going to win.

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
We make money and keep it real with our friends, No Limit and 150 are the best groups. Herbo and Lil Bibby are working together.

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
We make money and stack it, Lil Bibby's good at flipping packs. We shoot our enemies and they fall like their doing backflips. They're not real, they're faking it.

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
They may be fake, but they are good at acting. Fredo is like a woman, he needs panties. Like getting knocked out by Manny Pacquiao, Dirty Crush is powerful. We like women who are 5'5 and have light brown skin.

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
We all can hit and kill, we're not talking about Sammy Davis Jr. The .9 gun is useful when in the booth. We like light-skinned women but we'll still sleep with Brandy. We were trying to sneak up on people but we got caught with a gun.

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
We have a lot of guns and we're not afraid to use them. We don't have time to argue, we just shoot. We shoot people at stop signs. We shoot when we open the doors. In Chicago, the violence is real. We have plenty of ammo to shoot. We will kill anyone who gets in our way, even women and children. It all depends on what her man did.

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
We're killers and we don't feel remorse. We will kill all our enemies. We lost our friends and now we can't feel anything. If they start fighting, Lil' bro will help us escape. Lil' bro saw the gunshots but didn't hear it.

Beg my pardon, I been sipping lean Red or purple, I don't sip the green Hold up, turn the beat off Lil' bro do a hit then skeet off
Sorry, I've been drinking lean. I don't like green lean, I prefer red or purple. Stop the beat for a moment. Lil' bro will go and kill someone before we leave.

These niggas keep hating, I just feed off it Fo' fo' war dog, tear the meat off 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
We love when people hate us because it motivates us. We use our .44 gun to kill our enemies. We use our AR 15 to shoot people's heads off. If you owe me money, I'll get it. I pretend to be innocent when cops are around. I don't owe money, I pay it all at once.

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
My car windows are black so no one can see me. My new BMW has no miles on it. I don't have time for women. I just keep making more money.

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
Money keeps coming, and I can't get enough. Women keep wanting to have sex with me, but now I can't get an erection. My shooters are always ready to kill, like Ginobili. My .44 gun has two bullets, and I'll shoot like Kobe and never quit until I'm successful.

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
These people are funny because they talk a lot but they can't do anything. If they talk, they get killed. Say what you want to say, it doesn't matter. We know we're the best and we're confident. We have a strong hold on the streets, killing our enemies. We're going back to work on our new album Free Crack 2.

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!"
Before rapping, we were playing with guns. We chased our enemies until we killed them. We're too fast for people to keep up. They think we're just pretending, like a movie or game.