Overload ft. Looney Lyrics

Young nigga pulled up, with his motha fuckin' woes

So much ice up on my neck, I fuck around and caught a cold

Hoes shakin' ass and titties, make them bitches touch they toes

Need them hunnits comin' in, till that money overload

I get that bag, coast to coast

I run it up, like I'm 'posed to (like I'm 'posed to)

We keep the straps in our coats too

Have my young nigga wipe ya nose too

I change my hoe, like the seasons

If she ain't wifey, then she gotta go (gotta go)

Feelin' like Roddy, I ball every season

Waited all year, just to flex nigga

Bad lil bitch, tryna blow like a bomb

Bitch, I can't lay up, I ain't got the time (no no)

My pistol named Parker, I keep me a nine

Might pull up and spark it, and aim at ya mind (fah fah)

Fah fah fah, might aim at ya mind

Pussy ass nigga, need to fall in line

Niggas gone die, if they try to take mine

Niggas gone die, if they try to take, okay

Young nigga pulled up, with his motha fuckin' woes (with his woes)

So much ice up on my neck, I fuck around and caught a cold (caught a cold)

Hoes shakin' ass and titties, make them bitches touch they toes (touch they toes)

Need them hunnits comin' in, till that money overload

Mama always told me that I was a star

She the main reason I go so hard (uh huh)

Niggas be phony, they fake and they fraud (they fraud)

Put it on God, I ain't nothin' like y'all (put it on God)

Told my girl keep playin' her part

Play me once, I ah do a bitch harsh (uh huh)

Take my love, don't break a nigga heart (take my love)

Take my love, don't break a nigga

Painted her face, it's a work of art

I can't be hangin' with niggas that's soft (uh uh)

Only time we ran, we was duckin' the law

We was hoppin' them fences and runnin' through yards

She ate my kids, like corn on the cob

Fuck me good, like that's yo job

You know it's 500, I throw up the five

Ball like the Bucks and we move like the mob, yeah

Young nigga pulled up, with his motha fuckin' woes (with his woes)

So much ice up on my neck, I fuck around and caught a cold (caught a cold)

Hoes shakin' ass and titties, make them bitches touch they toes (touch they toes)

Need them hunnits comin' in, till that money overload

They don't know about bustin' shots, at some random niggas, tryna kill you

They don't know about losin' blood, body full of lead, like a pencil

They don't know about road runnin', tryna shake somethin', when the rent due

They don't know about fightin' demons, when the devil creepin', tryna get you

They don't know

(Mm mm)

I run it up, like I'm 'posed to

(Mm mm mmmm mm)