BBY GOYARD, Ned Kelly - Over There lyrics

Step in, everybody looking 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
Riding in the drop, that boy on fleek
Riding in the drop, he blowing on tree
Bad bitch in the club, and that shit on fleek
I ain't talking 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 winning, boy keep saying 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, hе don't get no shares
Lucky to witness this shit right hеre
Facing a zip, blow it up in the air
Where's the bad women
I need 'em right here i'm feeling myself
When I'm off of the gear
Hop in the wagon, pull up switching 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 living 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 causing 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