Testo It’s Over - YBN Blick
Testo della canzone It’s Over (YBN Blick), tratta dall'album Whole World JTN
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Look, I'm Black Cadillac, boy, you a fool, now I'm pullin' over
Two and four quay, bro, just pull some water cart in my soda
This bitch dug me up, think I'ma check this ho, Grin, July, Yoda
The bro workin', wanna tryna play it close, triple costume, playin' closer
Mara Cole, don't care for closin', these nigga ride a fuck
They 12 L, these nigga Terry Rosen
Drop your naps, get bolder soon, y'all sendin' that, we're comin' over
Call her up in public, tryna take 'em off, so bro, keep it composure
3500 is out on super geek, niggas know I'm never sober
Pop our gloves and mask, tryna chase his ass, niggas trippin', and it's-
Her niggas trippin', and it's over
Tryna beef about that ho, she know my songs, I don't even know her
I write line in traffic, poli' get behind, I let them have it
Burn out corn static, us not poppin' out, we tryna get active
Probably it's automatic, please, don't test your luck, this shit get tragic
Filly kid, I'm blasting, I go with my move, bitch, I'm not acting
Hit the road, I'm packing, plug just sent the boat, send me to track end
With your bitch relaxing, I was skipping school, but I'm not, Slide
The only time I live a crazy lifestyle, they think I'm hack
Going out of jail, police get behind, I let them have it
Burn out, crew on static
Arts not poppin' out, we tryna get act
The pop-up, it's automatic
I go with my move, bitch, I'm not actin'
Hit the road, I'm packin'
Plug just sent the boat, send me to trackin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, alright, uh
Look, I'm Black Cadillac, boy, you a fool, now I'm pullin' over
Two and four quay, bro, just pull some water cart in my soda
This bitch dug me up, think I'ma check this ho, Grin, July, Yoda
The bro workin', wanna tryna play it close, triple costume, playin' closer
Mara Cole, don't care for closin', these nigga ride a fuck
They 12 L, these nigga Terry Rosen
Drop your naps, get bolder soon, y'all sendin' that, we're comin' over
Call her up in public, tryna take 'em off, so bro, keep it composure
3500 is out on super geek, niggas know I'm never sober
Pop our gloves and mask, tryna chase his ass, niggas trippin', and it's-
Her niggas trippin', and it's over
Tryna beef about that ho, she know my songs, I don't even know her
I write line in traffic, poli' get behind, I let them have it
Burn out corn static, us not poppin' out, we tryna get active
Probably, it's automatic, please, don't test your luck, this shit get tragic
Filly kid, I'm blasting, I go with my move, bitch, I'm not acting
Hit the road, I'm packing, plug just sent the boat, send me to track end
Plug just sent the boat, send me to track end
The plug just sent the boat, send me to track end
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Writer(s): Israel Hobbs
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