Rover

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Haha) You know what the fuck goin' on (Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up) The fuckin' champ, nigga Lets go [Chorus] Ice on my wrist like I broke it Drivin that whip like its stolen, ooh (Skrrt) Bustin' that pussy wide open (Buss it) Yeah, she let him from the back I got it wet, got it soakin' Don't know how it feel to be sober She gon' ride on the dick like a Rover (Ha) Nigga, yeen ain't talkin' 'bout no money, get back (Get back) [Verse 1] I gave my 'ye to wifey, buss 'em down Trap nigga, all I know is grams and scams Dior, the pilot, put him on the ground Malcom X chopper peepin' out the blind Couple niggas switched and my niggas still ride Claim they want beef, when I seen 'em, they lyin' Ride by myself with a hundred twenty rounds Draco, .40 Glock and a pocket rocket Don't want smoke, these niggas just be cock blocks Came up out that hoe, trappin' was my only option I had a eight ball in my corner pocket 31 flavours, in the trap like Baskin Robins You're the one that took the court wit' the baksetball Now I gotta re-up, nigga, just to get it on I ain't never been a follower, I'm a general We was stealing some dope we some criminals [Chorus] Ice on my wrist like I broke it I drive in that whie like it's stolen (Ooh) Bustin' that pussy wide open (Buss it) Yeah, she let him from the back I got it wet, got it soakin' Don't know how it feel to be sober She gon' ride on the dick like a Rover (Ha) Nigga, yeen ain't talkin' 'bout no money, get back (Get back) [Verse 2] I know how it feel to be broke, I ain't goin' back Fuck 'bout no loss, nigga, how you gon' bounce back? My bitch doin' explorer like, "How did you find that?" Gotta buy a 3.5, I ain't sellin' no dime pack I need my profit, ain't smokin', I'm sellin' it Took that dance on a nigga to quarterback Drinkin' Pimp C, I swear I never snorted it Just call me "Blow", you don't know me like that Never been a pussy, shoot out the Hellcat Ain't in my name, I'ma wrap it and sell that Caught a nigga slippin' and gave him his L back Bih fuck me good and I pay for her nail tech Ha, cartier skeleton, cost a Patek This ain't an Audi, four rings and baguettes Cuban, it choking me, all on my neck On Candler road take the birdman to eagle nest [Chorus] Ice on my wrist like I broke it Drivin that whip like its stolen, ooh (Skrrt) Bustin' that pussy wide open (Buss it) Yeah, she let him from the back I got it wet, got it soakin' Don't know how it feel to be sober She gon' ride on the dick like a Rover (Ha) Nigga, yeen ain't talkin' 'bout no money, get back (Get back)