Over Again
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh Let's get it
I pop me a pill and it's over with
Fuckin' your bitch from the back and I know that she lovin' it
Gotta stay high when I'm fuckin' these bitches you know I can't give him no sober dick
We callin' the plays, bro set the pick know he be runnin' around with them sticks
I keep a hunnid some guns on me like the army you know I'm a dog like Vick
Yeah, hop out, pop that shit, two twin Glocks out
Yeah swim in your bitch like a trout you know I be runnin' that shit like a route
Ayy, two shots, bow-bow, sit, your bitch ass down
Down for the count, yeah, your head, three rounds
Yeah, shoot his ass up in the face and we throw his body up in the motherfuckin' lake
Yeah, you run up on me then your life is at stake know we keepin' them pistols and motherfuckin dracs
I knew that my circle was full of them snakes but I had to put a stop on them like brakes
I did it over and over again, couldn't see myself make the same mistake
Yeah, call me Drake, cause you know I bring that sound like I'm OVO
Got your lil' bitch on my dick and she ridin that shit like a motherfuckin' rodeo
Ayy, keep me a stick like I'm Polio
Opp catch a bullet like Antonio
Lie to your bitch while I fuck her uh
Guess you could call me Pinocchio
Uh yeah, give her that bone, her nigga keep callin won't answer the phone
I fuck her to pieces, I nut on her peaches, I'm feelin' my heart rate increasing
I better start leavin' before he start geekin cause if he start geekin', these fingers start squeezin
100 round drum to the throat, make a nigga start bleeding, wheezing, fuck it, I'm schemin'
Huh now he leanin', double cup shots, got him sleepin'
Me and my niggas, we creepin blood on the dance floor, that shit squeakin'
Feel like I'm Bobby, I'm tweakin maybe DDG, I'm geekin'
Gun start singin' like The Weeknd
Uh, 40 Glock, leave your ass leakin'
I pop me a pill and it's over with
Fuckin' your bitch from the back and I know that she lovin' it
Gotta stay high when I'm fuckin' these bitches you know I can't give him no sober dick
We callin' the plays, bro set the pick know he be runnin' around with them sticks
I keep a hunnid some guns on me like the army you know I'm a dog like Vick
Yeah, hop out, pop that shit, two twin Glocks out
Yeah swim in your bitch like a trout you know I be runnin' that shit like a route
Ayy, two shots, bow-bow, sit, your bitch ass down
Down for the count, yeah, your head, three rounds
I pop me a pill and it's over with
Fuckin' your bitch from the back and I know that she lovin' it
Gotta stay high when I'm fuckin' these bitches you know I can't give him no sober dick
We callin' the plays, bro set the pick know he be runnin' around with them sticks
I keep a hunnid some guns on me like the army you know I'm a dog like Vick
Yeah, hop out, pop that shit, two twin Glocks out
Yeah swim in your bitch like a trout you know I be runnin' that shit like a route
Ayy, two shots, bow-bow, sit, your bitch ass down
Down for the count, yeah, your head, three rounds
Yeah, shoot his ass up in the face and we throw his body up in the motherfuckin' lake
Yeah, you run up on me then your life is at stake know we keepin' them pistols and motherfuckin dracs
I knew that my circle was full of them snakes but I had to put a stop on them like brakes
I did it over and over again, couldn't see myself make the same mistake
Yeah, call me Drake, cause you know I bring that sound like I'm OVO
Got your lil' bitch on my dick and she ridin that shit like a motherfuckin' rodeo
Ayy, keep me a stick like I'm Polio
Opp catch a bullet like Antonio
Lie to your bitch while I fuck her uh
Guess you could call me Pinocchio
Uh yeah, give her that bone, her nigga keep callin won't answer the phone
I fuck her to pieces, I nut on her peaches, I'm feelin' my heart rate increasing
I better start leavin' before he start geekin cause if he start geekin', these fingers start squeezin
100 round drum to the throat, make a nigga start bleeding, wheezing, fuck it, I'm schemin'
Huh now he leanin', double cup shots, got him sleepin'
Me and my niggas, we creepin blood on the dance floor, that shit squeakin'
Feel like I'm Bobby, I'm tweakin maybe DDG, I'm geekin'
Gun start singin' like The Weeknd
Uh, 40 Glock, leave your ass leakin'
I pop me a pill and it's over with
Fuckin' your bitch from the back and I know that she lovin' it
Gotta stay high when I'm fuckin' these bitches you know I can't give him no sober dick
We callin' the plays, bro set the pick know he be runnin' around with them sticks
I keep a hunnid some guns on me like the army you know I'm a dog like Vick
Yeah, hop out, pop that shit, two twin Glocks out
Yeah swim in your bitch like a trout you know I be runnin' that shit like a route
Ayy, two shots, bow-bow, sit, your bitch ass down
Down for the count, yeah, your head, three rounds
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Writer(s): Japhen Wilson
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