It's just me and my sw*** when I push through the b
Nigga like speakin' on 4oe, don't speak on bro, like speakin' on me
Niggas ain't standin' on bizz we bounce down shreeve
But he's tryna catch mo p
Nigga don't think shit's sweet when I don't speak On it I just don't speak on the beef
Nigga come pushin' over here we glitchin' his ass Like his ass just lagged' on feet
Bruh just hopped out the V , tryna catch him a B
His ass gone overstreak
Might just fully chop, because of the cooly of this Bitch, don't overheat
Might just chase me a nigga, and when he fall, we Just stand over him, on gang
Nigga come slidin' over here, gon' make his lil' ass A sample
We got Glocks and Chops and 4-inch Black Outs With exotic handles
Nigga like speakin' on shit that they ain't gon' do
So they only gon' say it on camera
When I catch luhm gone, chase his ass, then we Lighting shit up like a candle
Ugh, lighting shit up like the 4th
Knew his bitch ass should've stayed on the porch
Nigga keep talkin' and shit, but they ain't tryna link
They slidin' but comin' to sport
Taskforce , bounce they ass behind me, f*ck it, we Takin' they ass on the course
Hit that lil' ass with a left and a right, like how did You shake him, I did it before
On gang, step on shit for ty4, niggas know that we Gon' creep
Lil' bruh don't buck with his eyes closed, tryna nail Somethin' to the seat
Nigga think he got one up, I got three words, That's A-R-P
Buck, buck, better buck that pole, we play ball like Miami Heat
On gang, binkin' and buckin', ain't have no choice
And I f*ck around, smack for a 10
Niggas ain't slidin' for real, they watchin' us slide
We sendin' them shits through the wind
Niggas be hiding,
Be flyin' on bro, tryna touch me a chin
Nigga,take nothin' but Ws, we take a lil' L
We still gon' go for the win
On gang, man, this shit get spooky
We tote guns off Call of Duty
Niggas make one move, his ass get hit on
Bro, don't f*ck with Rudy's
Might spark Baby J or curry b whenever I feel moody
Might bounce out on shreeve, again
Last time I did, I shot a movie
Thanks for watching
F.H.E Luhjay - OVERSTREAK Lyrics
F.H.E Luhjay - OVERSTREAK Lyrics
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It's just me and my sw*** when I push through the b
Nigga like speakin' on 4oe, don't speak on bro, like speakin' on me
Niggas ain't standin' on bizz we bounce down shreeve
But he's tryna catch mo p
Nigga don't think shit's sweet when I don't speak On it I just don't speak on the beef
Nigga come pushin' over here we glitchin' his ass Like his ass just lagged' on feet
Bruh just hopped out the V , tryna catch him a B
His ass gone overstreak
Might just fully chop, because of the cooly of this Bitch, don't overheat
Might just chase me a nigga, and when he fall, we Just stand over him, on gang
Nigga come slidin' over here, gon' make his lil' ass A sample
We got Glocks and Chops and 4-inch Black Outs With exotic handles
Nigga like speakin' on shit that they ain't gon' do
So they only gon' say it on camera
When I catch luhm gone, chase his ass, then we Lighting shit up like a candle
Ugh, lighting shit up like the 4th
Knew his bitch ass should've stayed on the porch
Nigga keep talkin' and shit, but they ain't tryna link
They slidin' but comin' to sport
Taskforce , bounce they ass behind me, f*ck it, we Takin' they ass on the course
Hit that lil' ass with a left and a right, like how did You shake him, I did it before
On gang, step on shit for ty4, niggas know that we Gon' creep
Lil' bruh don't buck with his eyes closed, tryna nail Somethin' to the seat
Nigga think he got one up, I got three words, That's A-R-P
Buck, buck, better buck that pole, we play ball like Miami Heat
On gang, binkin' and buckin', ain't have no choice
And I f*ck around, smack for a 10
Niggas ain't slidin' for real, they watchin' us slide
We sendin' them shits through the wind
Niggas be hiding,
Be flyin' on bro, tryna touch me a chin
Nigga,take nothin' but Ws, we take a lil' L
We still gon' go for the win
On gang, man, this shit get spooky
We tote guns off Call of Duty
Niggas make one move, his ass get hit on
Bro, don't f*ck with Rudy's
Might spark Baby J or curry b whenever I feel moody
Might bounce out on shreeve, again
Last time I did, I shot a movie
Thanks for watching
Nigga like speakin' on 4oe, don't speak on bro, like speakin' on me
Niggas ain't standin' on bizz we bounce down shreeve
But he's tryna catch mo p
Nigga don't think shit's sweet when I don't speak On it I just don't speak on the beef
Nigga come pushin' over here we glitchin' his ass Like his ass just lagged' on feet
Bruh just hopped out the V , tryna catch him a B
His ass gone overstreak
Might just fully chop, because of the cooly of this Bitch, don't overheat
Might just chase me a nigga, and when he fall, we Just stand over him, on gang
Nigga come slidin' over here, gon' make his lil' ass A sample
We got Glocks and Chops and 4-inch Black Outs With exotic handles
Nigga like speakin' on shit that they ain't gon' do
So they only gon' say it on camera
When I catch luhm gone, chase his ass, then we Lighting shit up like a candle
Ugh, lighting shit up like the 4th
Knew his bitch ass should've stayed on the porch
Nigga keep talkin' and shit, but they ain't tryna link
They slidin' but comin' to sport
Taskforce , bounce they ass behind me, f*ck it, we Takin' they ass on the course
Hit that lil' ass with a left and a right, like how did You shake him, I did it before
On gang, step on shit for ty4, niggas know that we Gon' creep
Lil' bruh don't buck with his eyes closed, tryna nail Somethin' to the seat
Nigga think he got one up, I got three words, That's A-R-P
Buck, buck, better buck that pole, we play ball like Miami Heat
On gang, binkin' and buckin', ain't have no choice
And I f*ck around, smack for a 10
Niggas ain't slidin' for real, they watchin' us slide
We sendin' them shits through the wind
Niggas be hiding,
Be flyin' on bro, tryna touch me a chin
Nigga,take nothin' but Ws, we take a lil' L
We still gon' go for the win
On gang, man, this shit get spooky
We tote guns off Call of Duty
Niggas make one move, his ass get hit on
Bro, don't f*ck with Rudy's
Might spark Baby J or curry b whenever I feel moody
Might bounce out on shreeve, again
Last time I did, I shot a movie
Thanks for watching
Writer: Jerome Bray
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid