It's Over ft. JpBeatz Lyrics

Come get a bag with me

Know a nigga that'll crash for me

Most my niggas probably blast for me

For that money we gon' dash

Yeah

They know it's over

I cheat the game they know I run it now there's no controller

Hunt down the bag he touch it gun him down we don't condone it

We spin it back we don't do tit for tat we kill opponents

Don't panic back we'll take your fitted hat so don't be trolling

I got Jacob with me I got Demark with me

All of my niggas we came out the hood we'll get out of the dark nigga

My nigga Jacob my pull out that Superman might let it spark nigga

We cannot hang with a nigga that's fake on the net we don't fuck with him, nah

We bout to run it up

Fake niggas wanna fit it like they one of us

I'm bound to go number one

When I get on the beat I be cooking it up for lunch

I want a bitch with a good body

With no followers nobody knew bout her

Hate me winning the fuck you gon' do bout it

Tryna stack the money get a new balance

I only hang with the real

Skrrt around in this bitch for the thrills

Got a diamond chain on me with grillz

And I don't give a fuck how they feel

My haters better be cautious

My shit be leaving them nauseous

Tryna upgrade my deposit

From the bottom I rap in the closet

These niggas know I'm a goat

I been doing this shit on my own

Niggas can't mess with me boy I'm the best at this shit

You might as well leave me alone

When I go in the booth it's on

I'm fresh like new cologne

Feel like a magician when I'm on the beat that's what I be poofing on

They know it's over

I cheat the game they know I run it now there's no controller

Hunt down the bag he touch it gun him down we don't condone it

We spin it back we don't do tit for tat we kill opponents

Don't panic back we'll take your fitted hat so don't be trolling

I got Jacob with me I got Demark with me

All of my niggas we came out the hood we'll get out of the dark nigga

My nigga Jacob my pull out that Superman might let it spark nigga

We cannot hang with a nigga that's fake on the net we don't fuck with him, nah

Looking for money ain't worried bout a bitch

I know all my haters don't like I exist

I kill every beat I don't know what it is

When I hear a new beat I can never resist

Wait till I make it I'm flexing on niggas

Upgrading the cash showing checks on these niggas

Them lil niggas trying I tell them get bigger

Them niggas be fake we the realist

All my niggas straight from the village

We heading straight to the millions

We finna go through the ceiling

Somebody pray for them niggas

We don't be playing them game we don't play with them niggas

Been on top let's be for real

I be killing beats for real

Walk around we keep the steel

I been the king that's how I feel

That's how I feel

Yeah

How I feel