The Real Poison Ivy - Over Lyrics

I'm in a trio (ayy why you say that)
I'm on three drugs, I ain't sober
This shit over

Ain't shit over

Riding in this rover
He said that it's over
He get a hangover
Tell me to come over
He flip me over
But then I take over
Now he thinking over
He wanna start over
I got that comeback
Im gone make you mad
But you gone come right back
Ahhhh, you knew what it was hoe (yeah)

She is so in love with him
But he is so in love with me
And I am in love with my side nigga
His bitch bet not f*ck up and leave
Cause bitch I done told you that's my nigga
And I know it's sad
But I still be round here trying to beat up bitches behind that nigga
F*ck with that bitch I should not
But f*ck on yo bitch he a thot
And he don't give a f*ck about you
Cause if he did he would tell you that I'm his other bitch
And f*ck with me bitch you bet not
See he know I'm crazy
And he also know that
What one nigga won't do, it's another that'll do that for you
Un-huh
You can call me the repressed bitch
Pressing on niggas I ain't bitch
Stop flexing on niggas I can't bitch
Yeah, yeah
I'm still the same, I ain't changed bitch
Ever since I been hipped on the game bitch
MsLady been running this thing bitch
Cut that bitch off, putt that hoe like it's golf
I wanna f*ck raw and you bet not go soft
Hit it from the back now yo socks coming off
I better hold my wig before that bitch come off
Soon as I nut, ima go be
Don't call me talm bout come back to me
Cause I ain't shit, you don't want me
So boy get the f*ck out my face please

I'm through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I'm sick, G5
You, won't shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I'm the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Hundred hundred I shoot
You would think that Bloc was coming through
Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)
I'm filled to the rim, that's too much juice
Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I'm a big (bully), dog (grrr)
I bang the Five, that's the Fen Ball, ayy

Riding in the motherf*ckin' Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain't po boy

Riding in the motherf*ckin' Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin' sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain't po boy

I'm in the R-R (what is you riding?)
That's a Rolls Royce, not Rover
Look at the star-stars (I'm outer space)
Got my foot on they neck like a choker
Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)
Mask on, October
I'm in a trio (ayy why you say that?)
I'm on three drugs, I ain't sober
This shit over