Ova Here - Fredo Santana

We got them chickens moving over here

All my niggas savage over here

Don’t come your ass over here

What you want, we got it over here

Over here, over here

Got chickens moving over here

Over here, over here

My trap going crazy over here

Over here, over here we moving chickens over here

Breaking down a whole thing, splitting the difference over here

My trap going crazy, so ridiculous over here

Thirty three shots in that forty, Scottie Pippen over here

Over here I’m over here, y’all niggas fugazy over there

When you walk up in my trap, caper boy bagged in squares

Only savages in my circle boy, we don’t fuck with squares

All you fugazy ass niggas stay the fuck from over here

If I see a crowd of ops I just might blow up over there

And my neck is so damn froze my Jesus had to say burr

Hit the mall, fuck the cost, fuck it I might just buy it all

And your bitch up on my dick, she just called me big boss

We got them chickens moving over here

All my niggas savage over here

Don’t come your ass over here

What you want, we got it over here

Over here, over here

Got chickens moving over here

Over here, over here

My trap going crazy over here

Money to be made, I ain’t worried 'bout no bitch

I’m to busy chasing money, I’m just worried 'bout a lick

I’m with the shit, I’m with the shit, kill a nigga, we coming with

Got them thirties and them F.M.'s, Rugaz with the drumma' kit

Put this thirty to your ear, make a fuck boy disappear

If you ain’t talking money man I won’t even hear

Your bitch keep texting my phone she want me to beat it from the rear

I’ma fuck that pussy then you know I gotta get up outta there

My swag so outta there, my swag so outta there

What you reaching for my gun boy?

It’s hollows all in there

You tryna' rob me that’s like fighting a bear (don't do it)

You tryna' rob me that’s like fighting a bear