It’s Over
They let me in
Now this shit over
They let me in
Now it's over
They let me in
Now it's over
They let me in
Now it's over
Just getting started
I told ya
Shooters
Trailing in a rover
I'm Smoking za
Love the odor
Boy u a hoe
Don't make me expose ya
Fuck on his bitch
Cuz I needed closure
Young with money
But I'm just getting older
Young with money
But I'm just getting older
They let me in
Now it's over
They let me in
Now it's over
They let me in
Now it's over
Just getting started
I told ya
Shooters
Trailing in a rover
I'm Smoking za
Love the odor
They let me In
I'm straight from the streets
Westwood Preacher
But I'm not a priest
30 bows
In the back of the jeep
Everybody hustling
Can't fuck with a leach
Money talk
Lil niGGa don't speak
Rosa park
Can't give up my seat
Niggas cripping with me
Like Dave east
Bloods with me
They throw up the B
cs far as GP
I'm getting to the bread
Put her on a plane
Cuz i love her head
Glock in my triface
With one in the head
Jred he with me
He fresh out the feds
They let me in
Now I'm causing Hell
Yeen step on shit
U scared of jail
Real hustler
I'll sale water to a whale
I got back up
Every time i fell
They let me in
This shit ain't no challenge
Bread come first
Like a mf sandwich
Had to grind
I didn't have no allowance
Public service
Ima making a announcement
I really came up
From public housing
Road to rich
I'ma run up the mileage
Bitch mad she keep
Calling me childish
I'm dressing Forreal
I don't need a stylist
Triface my hat
Triface my top
Trap Behavior
In the yo with a Glock
I know they hating
But I'll never stop
ccting loyal
You got fucked by the block
No combination
Got the streets on lock
They keep asking
When gp finna drop
They What ya got ?
Tell em
Shit i gotta whole lot