Game On SOB X RBE

[Intro]
From parts unknown

[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 1s 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