[Intro]
Yeah
Oh woah, yeah (Hit licks)
Oh hoe, yeah (Disrespect)
Hop in the backseat, Rover
Yeah, Rover

[Chorus]
Rover, Hop up in a Rover
Know her, Yeah I think I know her
Strapped up, Lil n***a strapped up
Try us know we got them Macs tucked

[Verse 1]
Bitch it's over, Yeah it's over
When I nut on her face that's my closure
From the bank to the safe, Imma load her
Pussy boy what's your rank? Ain't no soldier!
I been in and out them streets you be hiding
My lil whoadie got that heat we ain't fighting
Got that 44 on my waist, so I'm riding
And if you touch my gang that's the day you dying
That's my Choppa she's my Ratchet
Bullets have you sprintin' like it's track bitch
Tote this 38, I ain't lacking
Bronem remember they was laughing, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
No way, No way!
No
Now they tryna come back to my face (to my face)
But we can't be friends, No way (No way, No way!)
Yeah, Bitch hop up in the backseat (vroom), in the backseat (bitch)

[Chorus]
Rover, Hop up in a Rover
Know her, Yeah I think I know her
Strapped up, Lil n***a strapped up
Try us know we got them Macs tucked

[Verse 2]
She said she don't suck dick, Bitch the fuck out my house
You thought I wanted you? Thot I only want your mouth
Back, Back, Back up you cannot get no clout
This convo is irrelevant when I hit this loud
Sace you so heaven sent, Pull up air it out
Off that n***a fuck his baby mama I'm so foul
Get these snakes out my way yeah call me Denzel
I said fuck out my way before I raise hell
I ain't focused on no n***a yeah I'm focused on myself
And all you do is fail, I can't take no L's
Nah you make no sales, All your packs went stale
Fuck her until she swell, YSL on my belt, yeah
[Pre-Hook]
Designer on my body (body)
You rock off-brand clothing (No Way!)
This is Fendi (on me)
And Givenchy, I mean Givenchy (yeah)
Mixed with Versace (yeah)
Show stopping, I'm a closer baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Hook]
Closer, Baby I'm a closer
Turn his back, Drop his ass, Now it's over
You want smoke buttercup? I'm a stoner
Homicide cause I can't keep composure

[Verse 3]
N***as talking down like they know me
Saying what he gonna do n***a show me
Your hoe hit my line say she lonely
Next thing you know I won her like a trophy
Now I feel like the shit
Cause I really am that nig
Who took his fucking bitch
But I only wanted head
She said, Sace you really are a rockstar
Dreads swinging down my neck like a Rasta
You're team manager and I'm on the roster
You be trying to hit but I already fucked her
Lil ass n***a you're a fucking disgrace
Talk to the hand bitch you get no respect