Letra Rover Hoodrich Pablo Juan

Rover

Yeah (Haha) You know what the fuck goin' on
(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)
The fuckin' champ, nigga
Lets go

Ice on my wrist like I broke it
I drive in that whie like it's stolen (Ooh)
Bustin' that pussy wide open (Buss it)
Yeah, she let him from the back
I got it wet, got it soakin'
Don't know how it feel to be sober
She gon' ride on the dick like a Rover (Ha)
Nigga, yeen ain't talkin' 'bout no money, get back (Get back)

I gave my [?] to wifey, buss 'em down
Trap nigga, all I know is grams and [?]
Dior, the pilot, put him on the ground
Malcom X chopper peepin' out the blind
Couple niggas switched and my niggas still ride
Claim they want beef, when I seen 'em, they lyin'
Ride by myself with a hundred twenty rounds
Draco, .40 Glock and a pocket rocket
Don't want smoke, these niggas just be cock blocks
Came up out that hoe, trappin' was my only option
I had a eight ball in my corner pocket
[?] flavours, in the trap like [?]
[?] wit' the baksetball
Now I gotta re-up, nigga, just to get it on
I ain't never been a follower, I'm a general
[?] be some criminals
[Chorus]
Ice on my wrist like I broke it
I drive in that whie like it's stolen (Ooh)
Bustin' that pussy wide open (Buss it)
Yeah, she let him from the back
I got it wet, got it soakin'
Don't know how it feel to be sober
She gon' ride on the dick like a Rover (Ha)
Nigga, yeen ain't talkin' 'bout no money, get back (Get back)

I know how it feel to be broke, I ain't goin' back
Fuck 'bout no loss, nigga, how you gon' bounce back?
My bitch doin' explorer like, "How did you find that?"
Gotta buy a 3.5, I ain't sellin' no dime pack
I need my profit, ain't smokin', I'm sellin' it
Took that dance on a nigga to quarterback
Drinkin' Pimp C, I swear I never snorted it
Just call me "Blow", you don't know me like that
Never been a pussy, shoot out the Hellcat
Ain't in my name, I'ma wrap it and sell that
Caught a nigga slippin' and gave him his L back
Bih fuck me good and I pay for her nail tech
Ha, cartier skeleton, cost a Patek
This ain't an Audi, four rings and baguettes
Cuban, it choking me, all on my neck
[?]

Ice on my wrist like I broke it
I drive in that whie like it's stolen (Skrrt)
Bustin' that pussy wide open (Buss it)
Yeah, she let him from the back
I got it wet, got it soakin'
Don't know how it feel to be sober
She gon' ride on the dick like a Rover (Ha)
Nigga, yeen ain't talkin' 'bout no money, get back (Get back)