Over It

[Hook: Fat Nick]
Syrup got me slumped everyday
Dope what I smoke everyday
Rick Owens, bitch, I do this everyday
Ten toes down, straight out the gate
(x2)

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
I see these pussies talk about me
Took his bitch, plus I'm rich, he won't forget about me
I know you see the dick on my pistol hang
I know you wanna be me, but you ain't with gang
See me skrting foreigns, shorty hoeing but she boring
Bust it down and bet she blowing
Thot keep going, I stay gloing
Bet I just run through a bag and stack money on money, my bank never lack
AR-15, it be spitting, all of these shots of course all of them hitting
Designer from head to my waist
Don't need no damn bitch, put my dick in her face
Air out this place, busting out dicks
A pint, gonna let all of it spray
Yeah she wanna fuck on me, my VVSes blinking
I just took three oxys, brain shut down and I stop thinking
[Hook: Fat Nick]
Syrup got me slumped everyday
Dope what I smoke everyday
Rick Owens, bitch, I do this everyday
Ten toes down, straight out the gate
(x2)