Lyrics Over There - Ned Kelly, Bby Goyard

Over There

Step in, everybody lookin' at me
In the stu' I’m a chef, keep making that heat
Say yo' shit hot, it ain’t even in key
Say yo' shit hot, it ain’t even on beat
Ridin' in the drop, that boy on fleek
Ridin' in the drop, he blowin on tree
Bad bitch in the club, and that shit on fleek
I ain’t talkin bout sport, she take my ski
All that fake shit, keep it over there
All that lame shit, keep it over there
All that fake shit, keep it over there
All that lame shit, keep it over there
When I’m winnin', boy keep sayin' no fair
Gas like I pulled a nose hair
pull up, no chair
If you broke boy, I don’t got no cares
I’m about business, h don’t get no shares
Lucky to witness this shit right hre
Facin' a zip, blow it up in the air
Where’s the bad women, I need 'em right here
I’m feelin' myself, when I’m off of the gear
Hop in the wagon, pull up switchin' gears
You ain’t my bro, I ain’t seen you in years
I see the truth, when I look in the mirror
I speak the truth, feed it into your ears
The coupe with the digital dash
I smoke 'cause I’m livin' too fast
All that fake shit, keep it over there
All that lame shit, keep it over there
All that fake shit, keep it over there
All that lame shit, keep it over there
A couple bags in my face, you know I’m gon' spend it
REM on the Glock, night night he be finished
Pitch black Maison Margiela, Chronicles of Riddick
It’s a devil baby pitchfork, no not music critics
And the game ain’t been the same, since Lil' Shannon had his hands up in it
Baby causin' issues, now the shawty havin' morning sickness
'bout that fitness
SSX Tricky like
Glock make him stand up, Cathy Griffin
I hit the waist, so Andy Grifith
All that fake shit, keep it over there
All that lame shit, keep it over there
All that fake shit, keep it over there
All that lame shit, keep it over there