Game Over

Game over
Hey nah man fuck that
Where's this fucking rat?
Fuck me it's eight o'clock
Where's this dead motherfucker?
Where's this punk bitch hiding at?

Hey yo it's BadBoy
You think it's a game huh? (I said "Hey yo, it's BadBoy)
It's "Game over BadBoy RDW8"
Game over, game over
BadBoy, yeah
Five-oh-eight motherfucker (stop the fucking clock)

Hey yo, it's eight o'clock on the dot
And I'm shocked you unlocked
Your garage in the dark
Soon you're gonna be in motherfucking chalk on the block
All of your neighbors in shock
And you know the homie, got the motherfucking glock and it's cocked

Hey yo, it's "BadBoy" (it's game over)
Yo, it's "BadBoy" (game over, game over)

Why you trying to run bitch?
Can't you see, I got you in the holographic sight
Of my fucking gun snitch
You was thinking you could pull a fast one (on the BadBoy)
But I caught you and I got you
Why are you trying to run bitch?

Ain't nobody gonna miss you
You're a rat, you're a snitch, you're a bitch you
You're a punk so follow me
I got a little surprise in the trunk



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Writer(s): Arthur Waite
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