Over ft. CHINOSANI Lyrics

Glah-glah-glah

Glah-glah-glah

Glah-glah-glah

Yea, yea, yea

Tell her hit my phone if she decide that she want different

And bitch I be amazed if I said fuck em' and she didn't

And dont hop in my lane I move as promised bitch I did it

Why they keep on fucking looking let these VVS blind they vision

And If you keep up the staring you might catch a nigga shittin'

I'm solid I'm not transparent like if niggas know the difference

You shooting and then I'm airing I got snipers from a distance

You move like if you aint caring get em zapped out from existence

Yea

Yea we get em gone

Betting all on my wishes

Big boss you can hear the tone

Really all about business

Dnd I dont hit her phone

Me and Tobi in a different zone

Get left back I might get em' blown

These big stacks cant depend on loans

Like switch that lemme get my throne, like damn

(Bro rap that shit)

(glah)

Got one chance and you know I cant slip

Cant find my bitch so you know I cant trip

We play hop scotch and she know I'm not skip

To my next boss bitch and she knowing the script

All about my chips so you know I might dip

Poker face all about my chips

Got the game in a choke lemme fix my grip

Hit that stu' how Shroo hit thrift

Man life like shrooms I was made for the trip

Move back and dont get hit

Two stacks 2x times that bitch

Need plaques I rap on kicks

No bitch made me bust, but the money come quick

Money comes quick its easy, simple

Bad lil' bitch let it clap like cymbals

All on my dick I'm leaving her crippled

Fake niggas out but I cant get swindled

Paging em up cuz we trust so little

Act so tuff but they break so brittle

Dont play too much you know we not civil

TTMN some demons we mingle

Told that bitch that she could be on, uh (glah)

Yea she would follow me to death yea for some eons, uh

Like why she keep calling my phone I turn that beat on, uh

And she the one who turn me cold, I call her freon, uh