It Ain't Over Lyrics - Best Thang Smokin' - Young Dro

Extreme-aai 

This system x2 (hey...) 

Street my x2 

Classic x3 

Right about now x2 

Come on, all tha ladies, 

Get on tha dance floor 

And just get you're ass on 

Come on come on and just 

[Chorus x2] 

Fuck tha fat lady, lean over to tha trap lady sane 

Fish, scaleboy, nineteen eighty kane 

Eighty chevey frame, ride 4 and everythang 

Diamonds in my chain, shining on tha lane 

[Verse 1] 

(i want you to check this out, hey) 

My car fusha, everything's super 

Lights camera action, no time for bloopers 

Fishscale shawty, I'm tha blue coop mover 

Definitely lot of losers, snatching bro'd n used up 

Show her how to blow on my glass, eighty cash 

Eighty pecks of decks, and tha classical eighty jazz 

Eighty bags of money, eighty macks from royne 

A.K.A. they turning beef to eighty packs of bologne 

They waited on me, telling when its my time to cool it 

Blue chevey sit tall, like a colorado moose do 

My cookies drown like moons too, my regal look like prune juice 

Why should I be bishop, I'm drizzled, I got my own juice 

Own crew, own 26s on my own coop 

Own crib, own bricks, plus I own a couple chicks 

Know how to put bitches on they own, let her suck a dick 

Hey one when one look biggin, they gotta be licking pussy 

Money push it, bitch we got a avalanch block 

With mo cocain then they can pull off of tha dock 

Cut em off, viro ain't bitches ain't a thang 

In tha chair with tha brains gettin brains, diamonds on my chain 

[Chorus x2]