OverTime Hustle - Ride My Wave

Whole lotta niggaz be dissing
I don't pay attention
Cause I know that these niggaz hoes
I fucked on that bitch, cause she missed me
I shouldn't have did it
Cause I know she feeling my bro
I wanna walk up with a pole
Let it blow, it's a whole lotta smoke
Cause these niggaz be hoes
He playing and nosey
He call on his bro when it's time for the smoke
So he won't let it blow
Aye, did it all on my own
I don't owe them shit
Ten minutes to hit
Hell nah, ain't no dick
I like to snap like a bitch
Need a Glock with a dick
Came back in the room, what'd I miss
I ain't miss shit, but a whole lotta bands
And a nigga that's talking but don't give a fuck
But I gotta plan, I'ma catch the boy lacking
While he out of bounds, walk up let it bust
Love to ride my wave
They love to ride my wave
They love to ride my wave
Today be the day, that we make that boy pay
Rearrange that boy face, so they throw out the K
Gotta brand new bitch, but she think she my bae
Get a new one tonight, she be gone by today
She a gnat and she bussin, DNA on her face
I want big boy bands, fuck a minimum wage
100's, 50's, 20's, 10'a
I'ma real deal lion, escaped out the bin
40's, 30's, Glocks, FN's
I don't play with no nigga, don't care if we kin
Shawty suck good enough, then she do it again
Better bust, what the fuck, if it jam up again
Better switch out your lens, I'll do it again
Got a bible right here, for committing my signs
Love to ride my wave
Love to ride my wave
They love to ride my wave
Love to ride my wave
Swear, They love to ride my wave
Overtime, I'ma hustler
And I feel I'm the best, I'm on top
They love to ride my wave
I don't listen to Rokk
If you really about it, pull up let it pop
I gotta whole lotta steppers, that's stepping on niggaz
That's claiming they stepping on niggaz
I gotta who lotta killers for all of your killers, I'm knowing you niggaz not killers
That nigga say he a dealer
My cards I'ma deal em
Gon pull up & finesse the nigga
That nigga he talking for hoes
He change on the bros
I pull up I'm takin his pillow
Bullets, they spread like mayonnaise
Poison ivy
Grenade boy Rokk, blew up how it happened
I talk like I made it, it know it's gon happen
See the smile on their face
But I know they wasn't happy
They be hating on me
Cause I feel like I'm famous
I done 21 bodies, but still I'ma savage
And these hoes they love cause I'm just like my daddy
Niggaz say he a gangster
He running the fastest
Just 15, so they all mad
Hella hoes in my phone
And you know that they all bad
Ain't gotta K, on the gram but they still mad
I just be turning up, doing my shit
Like the real man
Beat the rockstar status, I don't need no guitar
Rokkout, no top let me know who I'm are
I ain't shaking their hand
I don't know who they are
Gotta whole lotta niggaz with shots in the car, yeah
Bitch I'm a dog, like I'm chop
GTA5, bitch I got five stars
Throw a four in your face if you play
I'ma bring up some shit
That'll mess up your day
Run me the money and keys to your safe
Gotta follow my orders
The fuck did I say
I ain't beefing with pussies
My opps they about it
But fuck it, I say that shit anyway
They pussy
They like to ride my wave
Just 15 doing this shit, nigga
On any beat I'm eating
Fuck wrong with these niggaz, nigga
I'm Big Rokk

Written by:
Rokk Out

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