Game Over IndigoChildRick (Ft. Robb Bank$)

[Verse 1: IndigoChildRick]
Better look up, look up
Peon nigga you talkin to me from the ground
Now come cash that G check
And watch it bounce
The amount of foolishness I see, criminal
Let's do the math and add it up
The streets want the original
Gimmie a minute, I'm finna finnuck
Ain't that how it go?
Niggas ain't bite my whole style now?
Yeah yeah, ok, for sure
Seing through these hoe ass niggas
I got that X-ray
It's Rick Sucka nigga
IRS you got homage to pay
Ain't no dopplegangers, we are not the same bruh
Imitate a nigga but you had to switch the name up
Stay in your lane, you a motherfucking lame
Turn the heat on the flame up
Infiltrate the game up
Fuck all your old shit nigga
Fuck all your new shit nigga
Yous a loser nigga
Hop off the style I'm doing nigga
Your bitch ain't gotta bring out no ruler to see who's bigger
I'm a 5'10 nigga, cut, built chest big
Put me in my zone and imma stomp out your shit
Right sole of a boot
In your dome lil nigga
Blood shining on the pavement
Like chrome blood nigga
The way I roll get you disowned in your home lil nigga
Leave you breathing through a tube trombone ass nigga
My style you wanna lean on, I'm tryna Leone's
You a type of nigga I would pee on, be gone