Over My Dead Body
Lyrics
Don't worry bout it too much
They call me Yung Drippy Dri and I'm worried bout them blue bucks say you want smoke but your shoes up
You say you want drank pour a deuce up
I stay with my klan like the ku klux
And we shooting don't give a fuck
I be shooting threes like Ruck yeah
We gonna pull the chopper out
We gonna pull the chopper out and let it flare
I be skipping class nigga I don't care
You think I'm scary try me if you dare
I got brand new Louis V I'm bouta wear
Thick mommy with the curly hair
Four kay tray grizzly like a bear
She got a natural body shaped like a pear
I love the sample because it's a Drake classic
Young bull never had no real guidance he just gon shoot automatic
Swuul Gang till the death of me I'm bouta get this shit tatted
You know I love that vibe that you give me you know you a bad bitch
Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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