OverTime Hustle - You & Yours (feat. Rokkout)

Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Fuck you and yours
Fuck all them niggaz
Don't trust that bitch, cause if she could
She'd fuck all them niggaz
Can't say too much stay to myself
Cause I'm a silent killer
And these hollow tips for everybody
These bullets not assigned to niggaz
And I done gave some love to everybody
(Now they hate a nigga)
Loaded up, got one in the head probably
(Let's go and spray them niggaz)
Ain't have no time to read your text
I'm out here chasing figures
You won't 100, now it's fuck you like them other niggaz
No pen or pad
Still telling my story
Though ion respect a naan nigga
Came before me
Cause at the end of the day
Nobody makes sure I'm straight
I start to feel like I'm the problem
Come and chase them away
Misunderstanding with my dawg
I'm still gone answer when he call
We not friendly, not at all
Nah, nah don't want they ass around
Even if we done texting
I won't put my paper down
Ain't give me love, so I just stacked my money
That's when they changed the sound
And you had some love that I couldn't see
I ain't got to share, know that's all for me
Got a bandanna in his right pocket
Running from police
It's like his parents on his hip
Cause he was raised by the streets
I'm a Rokkout
Know some niggaz serving white girls like Miley Cyrus
Can't put that guitar down
And bitch you better not fucking play
I knocked them all down
I was just thinking bout some shit, I need to calm down
Fuck you and yours
Fuck all them niggaz
Don't trust that bitch, cause if she could
She'd fuck all them niggaz
Can't say too much stay to myself
Cause I'm a silent killer
And these hollow tips for everybody
These bullets not assigned to niggaz
And I done gave some love to everybody
(Now they hate a nigga)
Loaded up, got one in the head probably
(Let's go and spray them niggaz)
Ain't have no time to read your text
I'm out here chasing figures
You won't 100, now it's fuck you like them other niggaz
They niggaz tryna capture me
But they can't take a picture
I been knew niggaz hated me
Since we was all little
I bet them boys won't play with us
We step on all niggaz
Heard rumors that we clicking up
Bitch we don't call niggaz
I'll never trust, a day in my life
Riding with a killer with a Glock on standby
I look Ms. Alice in the face
I seen that pain inside her eyes
And my grandfather just got surgery
I swear I hate my life
When everything go left
I bet we swing them cutters right
Niggaz steady dissing, being sneaky with it
That shit I don't like
And I can't fuck around with these sneaky bitches
They'll cost your life
I got locked in into the booth
I had to make that shit my wife
On my own, I don't owe a nigga shit
Let you go do what you want
Don't break my heart up in the end
And if I find out niggaz snaked me
Then it's up, can't never end
I know my demons in the room, but I'm a let them niggaz dance
Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Yea

Written by:
Rokk Out

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