(Game Over)

[Chorus: ScrewStache]

Who the fuck gon' have yo back?

You came messin’ with this cash

Time go by in a flash

We'll be right on yo ass

Yeah yo ass is grass

Time to catch up on yo past

He better not do anything rash

Cuz boy we on yo ass

Yeah nigga better think fast

[Verse 1: ScrewStache]

Yeah, bitch, I'm on my genius shit, but never paid to teach in any class

Boy, I know you see this shit, bitch, yeah, we havin’ a blast

If this was a race, we comin' in first, yeah, never last

When these niggas see me, yeah, they ask for autographs

When you see me throwin' up double C, bitch, that's Camp Ca$h

See my niggas pull up to the function, leavin' at the trash

Grab my phonе up out my pocket, put my keys to the dash

Fill up my cup in thе whip, fucked up, I hope I do not crash

Hope I do not crash

One twenty on the dash, one thirty on the dash

One forty on the dash, one fifty on the dash

Damn I'm goin' real fast

Hope I do not crash

[Chorus: ScrewStache]

Who the fuck gon' have yo back?

You came messin’ with this cash

Time go by in a flash

We’ll be right on yo ass

Yeah yo ass is grass

Time to catch up on yo past

He better not do anything rash

Cuz boy we on yo ass

Yeah nigga better think fast

[Verse 2: Ca$houtjony]

Yeah, I got some crystals on top of the skulls and bitches on me

Yeezy nine fifties on my motherfuckin' feet

Yeah, I got too many girls, I can’t fall in love with a freak

Yeah, pulled up with ScrewStache, we slid too fast in front of the streets

Who the fuck gon' have my back?

Who the fuck gon' give me my bags?

Who the fuck is these niggas they whack

Oh, I know they can't fuck with Camp Ca$h

All black leather garments on, bitch, I’m bad

Should I rock chrome or come dig our song? Better think fast

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you better think fast

Yeah, that money keep on coming, you better think fast

Yeah, see through all these niggas like they glass

Yeah

[Outro]

Alright, niggas, it's time to pack and shit, let's go (aww what?)

Gotta head on home, we got what we came for, man (c'mon man)

We got that GBA- (what?)

Yeah, I'm serious

Make sure you got everything, too

Don't forget the xans, (oh shit)

Don't forget the coke, the weed, (yeah you right)

Everything nigga we gotta go we can't leave a trace

Yeah, it's time to go home, nigga

We finna get lit man (hell yea boy!)

We got that mothafuckin' GBA now my boy (yessirr!)

We finna have some fun man you ready? (yessir)

Hell yeah, let's do this shit

Yeah nigga better think fast