Over There - Ned Kelly, Bby Goyard

Step in, everybody lookin' at me

In the stu' I’m a chef, keep making that heat

Say yo' shit hot, it ain’t even in key

Say yo' shit hot, it ain’t even on beat

Ridin' in the drop, that boy on fleek

Ridin' in the drop, he blowin on tree

Bad bitch in the club, and that shit on fleek

I ain’t talkin bout sport, she take my ski

All that fake shit, keep it over there

All that lame shit, keep it over there

All that fake shit, keep it over there

All that lame shit, keep it over there

When I’m winnin', boy keep sayin' no fair

Gas like I pulled a nose hair

pull up, no chair

If you broke boy, I don’t got no cares

I’m about business, h don’t get no shares

Lucky to witness this shit right hre

Facin' a zip, blow it up in the air

Where’s the bad women, I need 'em right here

I’m feelin' myself, when I’m off of the gear

Hop in the wagon, pull up switchin' gears

You ain’t my bro, I ain’t seen you in years

I see the truth, when I look in the mirror

I speak the truth, feed it into your ears

The coupe with the digital dash

I smoke 'cause I’m livin' too fast

All that fake shit, keep it over there

All that lame shit, keep it over there

All that fake shit, keep it over there

All that lame shit, keep it over there

A couple bags in my face, you know I’m gon' spend it

REM on the Glock, night night he be finished

Pitch black Maison Margiela, Chronicles of Riddick

It’s a devil baby pitchfork, no not music critics

And the game ain’t been the same, since Lil' Shannon had his hands up in it

Baby causin' issues, now the shawty havin' morning sickness

'bout that fitness

SSX Tricky like

Glock make him stand up, Cathy Griffin

I hit the waist, so Andy Grifith

All that fake shit, keep it over there

All that lame shit, keep it over there

All that fake shit, keep it over there

All that lame shit, keep it over there