Over Here Lyrics

Ridin' up in M8s ridin' up in traffic

We don't squash no beef, I'd never bury the hatchet

I feel like Houdini make you disappear like magic

They don't want no smoke, they don't want no static

They don't want no fuckin' static

TNS shit

Trap

You know what the fuck going on

Ridin' up in M8s ridin' up in traffic

We don't squash no beef, I'd never bury the hatchet

I feel like Houdini make you disappear like magic

They don't want no smoke, they don't want no static

My shorty in the cut with some Glocks he a savage

Never had a job, all I know is trappin'

He was talkin' tough it ain't no tellin' what could happen

Make him go missin' they found his head up in a cabin

Made him go missin', made him disappear

This money make me happy make me grin from ear to ear

This weed so loud I might go deaf then I can't hear

Off too many drugs, I can't even steer

I don't fold under pressure I don't listen to my peers

Bitch I'm self-made, I got all my own ideas

Twenty years old but made a hundred in a year

We don't fuck with rats they can't be comin' over here

You can't be comin' over here

Only fuck with squad and we get money over here

Life is lookin' great its lookin' sunny over here

And my pockets fat lookin' like a grizzly bear

TNS pull up then all the bitches stop and stare

If your name ain't Franklin, I don't really care

When I was growing up I really thought this shit ain't fair

Now I'm gettin' so much fuckin' money I could buy the fair

Yeah, I could buy the mall in its entirety

Why you try to flex on me you know you ain't as fly as me

He say he need a zip I said to let me know what type of weed

You paying for the pussy you a simp I get the shit for free

Rockin' D and G but I ain't ever been to Italy

Only smoke exotic I ain't smokin' on no ten a g

Even if you paralyzed, I'll still have you feelin' me

And I got so many guns it's lookin' like artillery

I be gettin' dough, Pillberry

I be rockin' designer, Burberry

And I heard the opps, they what, they scared of me

Breakin' down they fuckin' door, savage shit, burglary

Four time felon I'm a menace to society

You conform to standards you be actin' with propriety

Walk up in the club I think I seen yo bitch eyein' me

But one things for fuckin sure ain't no one as high as me

You can't be comin' over here

Only fuck with squad and we get money over here

Life is lookin' great its lookin' sunny over here

And my pockets fat lookin' like a grizzly bear

TNS pull up then all the bitches stop and stare

If your name ain't Franklin, I don't really care

When I was growing up I really thought this shit ain't fair

Now I'm gettin' so much fuckin' money I could buy the fair

I could buy the fuckin' fair

I got so much fuckin' clothes I don't know what to wear

All my opps are fruity they remind me of a pear

Pull up on they ass and walk em' down just like some stairs

If it ain't bout the money then you can't get me to care

I just bought two Ps, I guess I got a pair

He seen me then he turned around I think the opps is scared

And I think that he got lucky I just hit him in his hair