It's Over With ft. EMG Thump Lyrics

(I do the walk walk walk walk)

(I do the walk walk walk walk)

Remember them nights that I slept with the K, yeah

I was just hungry, no food on my plate (starving, nigga)

I was just homeless, had nowhere to stay (cold as fuck)

I was just robbin' out of Section 8

I know they hate me, but

(I can't believe it)

(I got exotic bags, nigga)

And they goin' for cheap

(I got the percs)

And I got the reefa

I got the drink, like, what do you need

Come to me, she beggin' me, please

She calling me Papi

I told her to stop it, just give me the noggin', (hell yeah)

I'm sippin' up drink, that shit got me noddin'

Damn, I think that it's over

I hang with some G's

I hang with some clovers,

But I'm from the H

Took off the space, I hop in the race

I'm never in last, I'm always in first, motherfuckin' place

Nigga, fuck what you thinkin', fuck what you sayin

Uh, back in this bitch with my niggas

Yeah, we came out of them trenches

Now we hop out of them Benzes

They wanna see what I'm whippin

They wanna see how I'm livin

Don't wanna support the business

Hop in this bitch, I've been flippin

Sippin' and grippin', killin' the witness

Sittin' back, pourin' up with my villains

Niggas be talkin' shit, they just some chickens

Hey, huh, I want the food on my plate

Niggas be givin' me hate

I'm at your door at like eight

And all of my niggas like, what was you sayin'

Layin you out, like, uh

The beats, I be slayin

Young, humble nigga, but

The heat, I be cravin

Fright night, Wes Craven

Get the sack like a raven

All I want is the bacon

Fuck, nigga, why you playin'

We just after the greatness

Niggas hate, they be late & uh

I just been cookin' it up, uh

Gettin' this shit out the mud, uh

Most of these niggas be stuck, uh

I'm swangin' around in the truck

My niggas don't give a fuck

We rollin' you up in the blunt, uh

Finna jump off of the porch, uh

I just pulled up to get more, uh

I used to kick in them doors, yeah

I had your ho on all fours

(I made her take a crash course)

(You see these digital dashboards)

These niggas hoes for sure, wait

I used to post by the store, uh

Wait, these niggas broke

Why? ran out of hope

Glock in my coat

Run up, let it blow

You know that for sure

You know that it's over

Just go check the score

Yeah, I'm in it to win it

But I'm in it like Ben, I keep on spending, I can't do pretending

That's just shit how I'm livin

My lifestyle risky

I'm just tryna flash out

I might just take all them bags out

You wanna go ahead and cash count

(Big money, nigga)