IT'S OVER Lyrics

(Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

(Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

(I put codeine in my cup, I'm never sober)

(Bitch it's over)

I put codeine in my cup, I'm never sober

I just hit my lil' freak bitch and said it's over

Trackhawk big as hell, bitch this ain't a Rover

I can't fuck with that lil' bitch, she always on one

Yeah she on one

She ain't even my main but she want something

I ain't fuckin' with that bitch, she always want something

Bitch get off my dick

You can't get it 'cause you ain't want none

Back when I was broke but now you want some

Make it make sense

If it ain't 'bout no bands, it don't make sense

I got wings on my jeans, ain't no fake shit

I count racks like Mr. Beast but I don't fake shit

Aye

Broke and lame, you can stay up out my face bitch

I just pulled up on your hoe, she gave me face bitch

Then I hit this one white bitch and she was racist

But she love this black dick, she love to taste it

Fell in love with the way I made her take it

And I ain't cuffing your lil' hoe, that bitch too basic

Stuff a quarter in my wood then I faced it

With a muddy ass cup, don't sip no fake shit

I put codeine in my cup, I'm never sober

I just hit my lil' freak bitch and said it's over

Trackhawk big as hell, bitch this ain't a Rover

I can't fuck with that lil' bitch, she always on one

Yeah she on one

She ain't even my main but she want something

I ain't fuckin' with that bitch, she always want something

Bitch get off my dick

You can't get it 'cause you ain't want none

Back when I was broke but now you want some

Make it make sense

If it ain't 'bout no bands, it don't make sense

I got wings on my jeans, ain't no fake shit

I count racks like Mr. Beast but I don't fake shit