(Chorus)
Pull up on the scene five bi**hes in the Rover
All my brother shooters all my ni**as they my soldiers
Diamonds yellow looking like a motherf**king cobra
Run up on me
Game Over,Game Over, Game Over, Game Over, Game Over
In the beemer doing tricks
Game Over,Game Over
Got your bi**h all on my d**k
Game Over, Game Over
Copped a couple packs and I made a field
Game Over,Game Over

(Verse 1 – Lil Uzi Vert)
You cuffin that bi**h, that ain’t my hoe
Look at my chain on that bi**h I swear that is on froze
Look at my mouth in that snow
All of my paper is hunnits, I count my money with my eyes closed
Swerving in a Range Rover
Switching lanes in a Range Rover
Ten thousand for my chain on me
But you know I’m a cocaine hoe
Turn up with my wodies
We f**k all your hoes

(Chorus)
Pull up on the scene five bi**hes in the Rover
All my brother shooters all my ni**as they my soldiers
Diamonds yellow looking like a motherf**king cobra
Run up on me
Game Over,mGame Over,Game Over, Game Over, Game Over
In the beemer doing tricks
Game Over, Game Over
Got your bi**h all on my d**k
Game Over, Game Over
Copped a couple packs and I made a field
Game Over, Game Over

(Verse 2 – Rizzoo Rizzoo)
You f**k with me then it’s over
Tony Montana we global
I cannot f**k with no local
My name is all on the poster
My bi**h keep a gun in her coat
I cannot go back to broke
I be like 2k a show
Or fifteen for the snow
Dripping in sauce, overflows
I got the game in the cold
I just be f**king these hoes…yellow brick road
Spilling Lean on my clothes
It’s hot like I’m over the stove
I like
Spanish bi**h she don’t speak no inglo
Stacking Pesos like the
Got a Puerto Rican bilingual
She need a green pass to be legal
I do a drive by in the Regal
Game over when I see you
Know some real ni**as that claim blue
But most my ni**as don’t be fool
Game Over

(Chorus)
Pull up on the scene five bitches in the Rover
All my brother shooters all my ni**as they my soldiers
Diamonds yellow looking like a motherf**king cobra
Run up on me
Game over, game over, game over, game over, game over
In the beemer doing tricks
Game over, game over
Got your bi**h all on my d**k
Game over, game over
Copped a couple packs and I made a field
Game over, game over

(Outro)
I’m the best whether you like it or not
You’re looking at the best looking man,the best dressed man
Long limousines
Jet Planes
Custom made clones
And any woman in the world I want, just like that
You’re nothing but the son of a plumber
You can’t stand the fact that I was born with a golden spoon in my mouth can ya? Huh?
Riding around in that funky motorcycle
Why don’t you get a Mercedes-Benz and be a real man? Huh?
You’re all playing
I don’t care where you are in life, lets face it
If you’re not carrying the big gold, you’re second best no matter what you tell yourself
So gear up ladies and gentleman. Get used to it in Drip Flare