AB - OVER (feat. O.T HOWIE) Lyrics

Yo, get back
Uh
Yeah
It's A.B

F*ck ya cous n' nem
Niggas killed my cousin now we hunt fa' him
And I can't hang with bitches that ain't got that demon blood in them
I'm done with them
Gangsta niggas, yea just know I run with them

Ain't gotta lay a finger, big O.T. carry that drum
Just call me sleezy , how I do these bitches greasy, I'm the goat
These bitches need me, caught em' sleepin', press that pressure, now they woke
Let's just be honest, minah know to do the honors rock ya boat (like Aaliyah)

Don't do designer, baby, need a couple properties before I boast, not cockiana
From the gutter with my dawgs, we raise a toast
Been through a lot of bullshit, but f*ck the nonsense, made a soldier
Killed my cousin on the 5th, them niggas gotta meet Jehovah

That shit was only last year, why the f*ck they think it's over?
That shit ain't over, get you blocked
High ashit, still on my shit, ain't never sober
Keep a stick, I see a Vic like Mike, my dawgs, they be on go for me

F*ck my back, we on the map, I put my team up on my shoulders
They gon' blow for me, swing that metal like a trophy
Bang on shit like Kobe, then go O.T
Pussy can't get close to me, run it up, get no sleep

Giving smoke shit, most of these niggas broke, then he gon' die ( BLAHH)
It's a homicide, say he won't smoke with me
( say he want smoke but he don't want no f*cking smoke )
Straight from the trenches, say your name, you in this
Be with killers, ain't gon' leave no witness

Half these niggas bitches, OT different CHILL
Still PUSH so much weight, you COULD call it FITNESS
I'll get chu killed one call be all it take, your life, get takin boy this shit get real
Just been saving, caught too many cases

Put up for my lawyer, that shit ain't shit, he just better spank this
Ma said I be drawn, got in way too many high-speed chases
I can't bring my bro, he be on go, be always tryin' paint shit
38 shit ain't gon leave a trace that motherf*ckin' ancient

Judge asked me why I run from the Jake's , them motherf*ckers racist
Heard he want some beef, I'll bring it to him, like a f*ckin' waitress
Half these niggas sweet, ain't shootin' shit, don't stack, no f*ckin' papers
Don't take his child, man, that nigga foul, he a f*ckin' flagrant
Push ya shit no stroller nigga I ain't Lola
Bitch, don't play with it, MINAH say it's beef
OT go demon like that K HIT him
I'll wait a year, this shit ain't over till I say it is
This shit ain't over

This shit ain't over
We be gettin' over
This shit ain't over
This shit ain't over

We be gettin' over
Bring the f*ckin' beat back Uhn
Switchy, make him twitchy, that boy burnin' we done rolled em up
TheseBitches icky, got him itchin' kno my presence , burn you up

They inspiration, if I die, these silly hoes be out of luck
These bitches broke, ain't got no savings, ain't no money in the tuck
What? ( ain't got no money )
Broke-ass bitches