Rover Remix lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I just took his b*tch now ooh, scratched her off the list
Woo, I'm a walking lick, now ooh nig' come and try some sh*t
And we still rappin' but we still might f*ck 'round hit a lick
n*gga stop playin', have my b*tch take that up off your wrist
Uh, ooh, ooh, ayy
Uh, uh, uh, ayy
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey
Gang in here n*gga, uh
Might send my ho b*tch at you n*gga
Livin' like that n*gga, you ain't livin' like that n*gga
Ayy ayy ayy

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Ridin' in the motherf*ckin' stolie, huh
Bro'nem 'bout to go and eat a Rollie, huh
Why these n*ggas actin' like they know me, huh
Did they tell you that I keep it on me
Don't ask me 'bout the other side, they the police
f*ck around, rob your brother at the Coney, huh
Don't talk that killer sh*t, you gotta show me
Put some money on my head, we kill your OG, huh
All these fake gangster rappers, I don't feel it, huh
She ask me what I do, b*tch mind your business, huh
She said lil n*gga you so ignant
I told her I smack b*tches, yeah this real pimpin', huh
Ayy I'm 'bout to kill that pus*y and what's there for me
She said this n*gga was so good she spent a check on it
I told myself I was done then I slept on it, ooh
Then I woke up like b*tch I'm back on it, huh
Man that dog was too strong, he had to step on it, ooh
Put a five on it, put the stretch on it, ooh
I put a chain on my chest, not a vest on it, uh
And you know we got the ups when we crept on him, ayy

[Verse 2: ShredGang Mone]
Ridin' in the motherf*ckin' Hellcat
Brodie see that Rollie, he gon' shred that
Turn that b*tch in, I got like twelve racks
Most these n*ggas pus*y, I can smell that
I'm in the booth right now, I got like five bands
Streetz turned rat, now he ain't my mans
I had to turn my back 'cause he was workin'
Hit the dog with the tar, turned tan
I bang the Shred, we'll murk you
Want to beef with me then pull a hearse up
Don't talk to broke b*tches, they ain't worth nothin'
Stab a thick stripper 'cause I'm perked up
My whole gang rich just like Birdman
Seventy-five soft 'cause them percs in
My b*tches beat the blade and then they turn in
That b*tch ain't in my whip if she ain't worth ten