Over Here

I never been in a kitchen just a Nasty nigga got funds with my Pistol
Then I copped me some Bag and got in my bag hit plays In the rental
Can't be down bad I Got me some cash now I got Rich nigga visuals
23 and 1 just For a gun was in a cell like sickle
Got bag like groceries and I save Alot
Come from a war zone we Play with glocks
turn a nigga to a tatertot Hope he pray a lot We got dracs in stock
Versace Shoes thats yo momma rent times 2 Come through and Sweep like a Broom
It go Kaboom fuck around clear out The room knock a opp outta his Shoes
Lil runner bitch whats Them lil feelings about I just had My dick in yo mouth
Niggas be Snitching and always running They mouth
I leave a rat head On the couch
This lil bitch gave Her half of the dick so half the Day she gone pout
Trappers and Shooters yea we be going all out Come to yo door scout
Solid Never rat bitch Imma die by the Code never will turn to mouse
Bitches ain't shit that's why I'm Fucking his spouse she said she Was in a drought
Not in the Streets aint no fake gangstas Allowed stay yo lame ass in the House
My niggas sick love when These fuck niggas doubt wake Up with tape on his mouth
Beam on his nose these niggas Some clowns get yo ass smoked You come out of bounds
Beef getting deep so them niggas go drown Bread Winner the king I Need me a crown
AYE AYE

We got glocks over here big Drops over here big knots over here
In my hood got hella stop signs But opps dont stop over here

We got glocks over here big Drops over big knots over here
In my hood got hella stop signs
But opps dont stop over here
Everyday its the first of the Month cop me a pack then ran Up my funds
Got yo bitch check go spend on drugs no handouts Got this shit out the mud
PAKISTAN PAKISTAN PAKISTAN yea we the ones
Winning and getting the bread AR be shaking like that bitch got Dreads
We got the bag and we Got the meds Diddy said do it
So I killed the beat grandma don't Like it but I love the streets
I Need mil aint talking bout meek All in the feild but aint go no Ps
Only the pack cause these other Niggas fake Never forgot I do it For jake
Stuck in the rain I need Better days when these niggas See me
They shoes turn to skates
Runner boyz cause we then ran Through a bag and these hoes Too
But ain't talking bout that
Until I get up then I cant get no Rest never trick on a bitch give My brother my last
Belt be Louie thats holding the Glock
Getting tired of the bottom on My way top Lee locked up im a Hold my boy spot
Niggas been Sleep on me time to turn up a Notch
I use to rob didn't play on The stove
Hustling ass nigga Turned dollars to gold
Real Clair Nigga I was posted by joes 93 for Life bitch this shit in my soul

We got glocks over here big Drops over here
Big knots over here
In my hood got hella stop signs But opps dont stop over here
We got glocks over here big Drops over big knots over here
In my hood got hella stop signs But opps dont stop over here



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Writer(s): Dashaun Moore
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