[Chorus: Pole Joe]
It's gon' be over, right in the Rover
Gettin' lucky, four-leaf clover
Drunk and sober, I'm feelin' silly
Like I'm Hober, the Hober-dober
Hober-dober, yeah I don't fuck wit' you
Because you's a sell-out, a show and tell out
And I don't care about your whereabouts
Yeah, I don't care now
I don't even think it's fair now
'Cause you's a sell-out, 'cause you's a sell-out
You's a sell-out, you's a sell-out
You's a sell-out, you's a sell-out
[Verse 1: Yung God Ro]
You hear that? It's a money counter
They think it's too hard to find me they must need a router
Standin' still on the stage, immersed in the crowd, yeah
It's time to rage y'all, bass is getting louder
Start to bob my head, know my time is now, yeah
Start to cool down, someone get me some water
Do this for my future son, for my future daughter
Central Gang reppin', yeah we all for supporters
Two is already passed, so you know this third quarter
Smoke in my lungs as steamy as a sauna
Call me Frank Sinatra how I'm a pro crooner
Winter time comin' so pack in your doonas
Thank y'all for tunin' in, we're the looners
Anyone who must didn't is a damn loser
Someone in the back must've said that I was useless
Someone heard my verse and they said it was ruthless
Got a black dragon tatted on me it's named Toothless
Fucked your bitch and you still think I'm a toothpick
Once you find that news out, you'll think that I'm a real prick
Yeah, yeah (Think that I'm a real prick, huh?)
[Chorus: Pole Joe]
It's gon' be over, right in the Rover
Gettin' lucky, four-leaf clover
Drunk and sober, I'm feelin' silly
Like I'm Hober, the Hober-dober
Hober-dober, yeah I don't fuck wit' you
Because you's a sell-out, a show and tell out
And I don't care about your whereabouts
Yeah, I don't care now
And I don't even think it's fair now
'Cause you's a sell-out, 'cause you's a sell-out
You's a sell-out, you's a sell-out
You's a sell-out, you's a sell-out
[Verse 2: FinnDaBin]
Say "Fuck 'em" if we hate 'em
Look at the money we raked in
All this stacks and paper, my rap good, no major
Look at the money, I'm paid full
Unlike you, my bank full
I'm like "You a sell-out, you're a fuckin' sell-out"
I fucked your bitch, but I pulled out
She invited me, wanna hang out
Got a card, we got to tap now
Don't wanna do shit [?]
Hanged up, then I dipped out
You're fuckin' sick man
You're callin' me crazy like [?] man
[?] man
You fucked a bitch? That's sick man
Yeah, my dick in it, she sick now
Fuck you man, that's my girl
No she not, she a street hoe
Gave me and my friends a quick blow
[?] she a sick hoe
She ain't good, she a dick hoe
"Fuck 'em" if we hate 'em
Look at the money we raked in
All this stacks and paper, my rap good, no major
Look at the money, I'm paid full
Unlike you, my bank full
I'm like "You a sell-out, you're a fuckin' sell-out"
I fucked your bitch, but I pulled out
She invited me, wanna hang out
Got a card, we got to tap now
Don't wanna do shit [?]
Hanged up, then I dipped out
You're fuckin' sick man
You're callin' me crazy like [?] man
[?] man
[Chorus: Pole Joe]
It's gon' be over, right in the Rover
Gettin' lucky, four-leaf clover
Drunk and sober, I'm feelin' silly
Like I'm Hober, the Hober-dober
Hober-dober, yeah I don't fuck wit' you
Because you's a sell-out, a show and tell out
And I don't care about your whereabouts
Yeah, I don't care now
I don't even think it's fair now
'Cause you's a sell-out, 'cause you's a sell-out
You's a sell-out, you's a sell-out
You's a sell-out, you's a sell-out
