OverTime Hustle - What U Kno (feat. 804 Nano)

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yea
Yea, look
This that got it at the club
And I had it at the door
Try the mob then he dead
Better stick with what you know
In the booth with my dawg
And he breaking down a bow
This that 4-7 shit
Bitch I ain't worried bout a hoe
I write his name
He gone get knocked down
That's something you should know
He turned the corner
Heard that Glock sound
And crashed into the pole
Bitch I get money
I am not 'round
To kick it at no show
If you ain't talking bout having my backend
I bet I ain't gone go
Me and bruh trying to get off these P's
When I go on the road
Make the bitch slime you out
My nigga that's just how it go
And I don't fuck with most of these rap niggas
Cause most these niggas flaw
You know I'm pulling up and I'm strapped, nigga
Got enough to go to war
You know we turned up
Got the hoes throwing ass
Standing on top of the bar
You know we outside
On my side
Nigga we don't fuck with the law
Throwing hooks all in the club
Fuck around break a nigga jaw
Last nigga ducked this rec
And tried to run me over with his car
(Pussy ass)
This that got it at the club
And I had it at the door
Try the mob then he dead
Better stick with what you know
In the booth with my dawg
And he breaking down a bow
This that 4-7 shit
Bitch I ain't worried bout a hoe
(Yea, aye)
We can shoot it out or shoot the one
Whatever you like
Glick or the Draco with the drum, nigga
Whatever you like
Nigga, the AR or the pump, nigga
Whatever you like
And we don't duck shit where I'm from, pass me my syrup
Bitch I want narcotics
Need narcotics
Four five bullets rip him
If he think he hardbody
I'ma talk my shit, cause I ain't worried bout nobody
I put a ten on it we shut it down
They know how I'm rocking
The shit I talk about, I stand on it
Make you lay up under up it
Back when me and Drum was on Willcox
With that chopper, hold a hundred
I know it won't you
That said this was your city and you run it
Then you seen me face to face
My nigga and you ain't do nothing
What it is, that's fasho
These diamonds on me, and they glow
And you can bet your life
I ain't gon be there if there ain't no dough
I'm Mr. Bussit, she gone buss it for me
Ready, set and go
Put a bag of jiggas in her pussy
Get in with em for my show
And I don't put nothing past no bitch
I know a hoe gone be a hoe
You ain't got no choice
That's your bitch, whenever I call her it's my go
Remember the time a nigga said
He was gone shoot me at the store
I put on every chain, grabbed my pistol and pulled up to the store
I ain't no hoe
We can shoot it out or shoot the one
Whatever you like
Glick or the Draco with the drum, nigga
Whatever you like
Nigga, the AR or the pump, nigga
Whatever you like
And we don't duck shit where I'm from, pass me my syrup
Bitch I want narcotics
Need narcotics
Four five bullets rip him
If he think he hardbody
I'ma talk my shit, cause I ain't worried bout nobody
I put a ten on it we shut it down
They know how I'm rocking
This that got it at the club
And I had it at the door
Try the mob then he dead
Better stick with what you know
In the booth with my dawg
And he breaking down a bow
This that 4-7 shit
Bitch I ain't worried bout a hoe
(Yea, aye)
Yea, aye
Uh, Yea aye aye
Whoa oh oh
Yea aye
Yeah
Yeah mane
These niggaz know
What the fuck goin' on
My nigga
Big 4-7, nigga
Slime side run the city, nigga
I ain't gone keep telling you bitches
That this what it is, nigga
Oh Aiteee

Written by:
Keith Morgan

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