Over Here - Robb Bank$

I mean, I ain’t fuckin' with no one like that, like heavy, like

Know what I mean?

Come out and play

I still say no nigga

I was just playin' with them

with me and I can’t myself, so

I don’t really feel like

I don’t really feel like I need to fuck with, like, niggas like that on that

level, you feel me?

What?

That’s a cap

Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' shit, huh

Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh

Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh

Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh

Couldn’t stay solid, you switched, huh

When you see me, better dump it off the rip

I’ma break the plot down, now we at the end

Im’a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead

Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah

Over here, yeah, yeah, over here

We ain’t shootin' in the air

Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah

Over here, yeah yeah, over here

We ain’t shootin' in the air fuck nigga

Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here

Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga

Where we at?

Where we at?

Where we is?

Where we is?

Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga

Love and affection, you gon' tell me everything that I’m neglectin'

Eat that pussy while I listen, on your IG story in my necklace

Choke you till you get breathless, bitch try to play me, in your mentions

Keep my gun on me like we Texas, tell you lil' boyfriend don’t get reckless

Baby, he should fuck with me, I tote them seeds, I own, no lease

I split my pill down into three ways

Got a hold of me and talk to me

You wanted me, I’m still sneakin' and geekin'

Bentley with the ostrich seats, the Dream Mode jeans

Adjust my seat, and Rick smoke like he from Cali

Nigga I’m a walkin', talkin', poppin' brick

Got hand on my dick, got percocets on a off day

Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' shit, huh

Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh

Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh

Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh

Couldn’t stay solid, you switched, huh

When you see me, better dump it off the rip

I’ma break the plot down, now we at the end

Im’a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead

Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah

Over here, yeah, yeah, over here

We ain’t shootin' in the air

Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah

Over here, yeah yeah, over here

We ain’t shootin' in the air fuck nigga

Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here

Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga

Where we at?

Where we at?

Where we is?

Where we is?

Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga

Yeah, I’m on than a bitch

When it rain these niggas get wet

I’m that nigga, you don’t miss

I’ma drop a baby Phone and name his ass Sprint

See me, I’m the Eclipse

I’ma give y’all life to be the King, not the Prince

I’ma burn in hell for the things that I did

You might go to heaven bein' as pussy as you is

Tell 'em that you lookin' at a boss not a rookie

New teeth, yeah, it’s a look, bae

Off that adderall when you booked me

I am armed to the teeth like Sasuke

When I go to Tampa Bay, you my roomate

Fuckin' in the front seat, they ain’t lookin'

Hand my nine to you, you know where to put it

Yeah, I lied to you, know that brand new bag

Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' shit, huh

Young nigga gettin' to a check, huh

Whippin' up the baby, no crisp, huh

Walkin' with your ol' lady no hip, huh

Couldn’t stay solid, you switched, huh

When you see me, better dump it off the rip

I’ma break the plot down, now we at the end

Im’a break the Glock down and show your ass the lead

Tell 'em nigga, yeah, over here, yeah yeah

Over here, yeah, yeah, over here

We ain’t shootin' in the air

Fuck nigga, over here, yeah yeah

Over here, yeah yeah, over here

We ain’t shootin' in the air fuck nigga

Gang in here, gang in here, your hoe in here, hoe in here

Bow your head, bow your head, the pope in here, fuck nigga

Where we at?

Where we at?

Where we is?

Where we is?

Give a fuck about what they doin' over there, fuck nigga

SSET, SSET

DJ Both Legs in the mix

Hi

Walkin' on your bitch for the '99 to 2000s

I miss the way you touch me

shit, DJ Both Legs ready for my mix

This is a e-e-e-exclusive

I think I might be

Grey Honda, move your shit

Don’t bump the DJ table

I miss fucking you

We’re turnin' up, Bold Choice Ballroom, 95 door

You touch me

Broward County

Do you miss me?

Walk in on your bitch

Mmhmm

Do you miss me?

Right leg, left leg

It’s the real DJ Both Legs

I love you too

Talk to you later

Bye