Overkill
Lyrics
Ima do this shit
I promise you
Ima show these niggas
Show these niggas what you do nigga
Graa Graa
Remember they didn't think that I would make it out
Now I be that nigga everybody ask for paper now
Run up on my brother then I promise you won't make it out
Niggas always talkin but they even made a sound
I be like
Hush nigga
Shush nigga
Try to touch my brother I'm gon bust nigga
Trust nigga
Nigga try to run you better duck nigga
Fuck nigga
I don't got no friends cause I don't trust niggas sus niggas
All that rah rah shit will get you killed quick
Bro just popped a perc yea he addicted to that pill shit
All these blocks I'm spinning got me feelin on my drill shit
Nigga I'm a villain I'm addicted to this kill shit
I just took his pack come get it back I wanna spill shit
Ketchup
Niggas better catch up
I just fucked a white bitch named vanessa in a tesla
Red dot on my glock I only check ya from the neck up
They said they don't like me cause that philly nigga he next up
Bro just hit my line and told me nigga get them P's off
Put my finger right next to my mouth to show my teeth off
Pull up on that nigga left that nigga with no shoes on
Nigga started hiding so i had to turn heartbeat on
Where he go
Where he at
There he go
There he at
Walk down on that nigga all he hearing was a clicky clack
Jugging on the net it's always green it hit for 50 racks
Came up from the mud so I been reppin where my city at
Niggas say I changed but only change was in my pocket mane
Where was niggas at when I was starving tryna make a name
Now I'm in that jag I'm moving fast I started switching lanes
I just put that pin up to his head they call me dirty dan
I just ice my wrist shout out my jeweler he not johnny dang
Heard you hit a lick but only made off with a jar of change
Pull up on these niggas just to show them how to hit a stain
Call up my lil vato drop the pin and he say andale
There he go
We jump out the roof
Then my niggas shoot
.32
We got uzis too
Bitch I'm coming thru
Hundreds blue
Got more bread than you
I dropped outta school
In the booth
Bitch it's FNS
Fuck is wrong w you
Fuck nigga don't tell me what you gon do
Aye I bet he won't make it before I put this foolie on you
War ready bitch
We be stepping just like one two
Everybody with me strapped shit my producer got a gun too
And she can't hang if she don't boot up off the pills
My lil niggas ganging they be so ready to drill
I ain't talking about no music
Suit up go catch a kill
Shit all I signed was shooters
Flip on the hat like fuck a deal
Pull up right on side his whip its overkill
Nigga I ain't finna drop no diss song want some blood I'm so for real
We hop out and blow the steel
We was having hats to having straps before the deal
Uh huh we love to drill
But we don't do no drill rap
Fuck shooting out the car go get your man bitch we get real active
Rap nigga got his brother whacked and that fuck nigga still capping
They would have thought I had an encore how my lil nigga still clapping
Uh huh my money large
Drop back a perc I don't do bars
Might say fuck rap like fuck the bars
Bitch we still hopping out of cars
Glock got a dick hold on pause
And a switch we take shit far
These niggas bitch and ain't did shit
I'll probably die from natural cause
Ima do this shit
I promise you
Ima show these niggas
Show these niggas what you do nigga
Graa Graa
Remember they didn't think that I would make it out
Now I be that nigga everybody ask for paper now
Run up on my brother then I promise you won't make it out
Niggas always talkin but they even made a sound
I be like
Hush nigga
Shush nigga
Try to touch my brother I'm gon bust nigga
Trust nigga
Nigga try to run you better duck nigga
Fuck nigga
I don't got no friends cause I don't trust niggas sus niggas
All that rah rah shit will get you killed quick
Bro just popped a perc yea he addicted to that pill shit
All these blocks I'm spinning got me feelin on my drill shit
Nigga I'm a villain I'm addicted to this kill shit
I just took his pack come get it back I wanna spill shit
Ketchup
Niggas better catch up
I just fucked a white bitch named vanessa in a tesla
Red dot on my glock I only check ya from the neck up
They said they don't like me cause that philly nigga he next up
Bro just hit my line and told me nigga get them P's off
Put my finger right next to my mouth to show my teeth off
Pull up on that nigga left that nigga with no shoes on
Nigga started hiding so i had to turn heartbeat on
Where he go
Where he at
There he go
There he at
Walk down on that nigga all he hearing was a clicky clack
Jugging on the net it's always green it hit for 50 racks
Came up from the mud so I been reppin where my city at
Niggas say I changed but only change was in my pocket mane
Where was niggas at when I was starving tryna make a name
Now I'm in that jag I'm moving fast I started switching lanes
I just put that pin up to his head they call me dirty dan
I just ice my wrist shout out my jeweler he not johnny dang
Heard you hit a lick but only made off with a jar of change
Pull up on these niggas just to show them how to hit a stain
Call up my lil vato drop the pin and he say andale
There he go
We jump out the roof
Then my niggas shoot
.32
We got uzis too
Bitch I'm coming thru
Hundreds blue
Got more bread than you
I dropped outta school
In the booth
Bitch it's FNS
Fuck is wrong w you
Fuck nigga don't tell me what you gon do
Aye I bet he won't make it before I put this foolie on you
War ready bitch
We be stepping just like one two
Everybody with me strapped shit my producer got a gun too
And she can't hang if she don't boot up off the pills
My lil niggas ganging they be so ready to drill
I ain't talking about no music
Suit up go catch a kill
Shit all I signed was shooters
Flip on the hat like fuck a deal
Pull up right on side his whip its overkill
Nigga I ain't finna drop no diss song want some blood I'm so for real
We hop out and blow the steel
We was having hats to having straps before the deal
Uh huh we love to drill
But we don't do no drill rap
Fuck shooting out the car go get your man bitch we get real active
Rap nigga got his brother whacked and that fuck nigga still capping
They would have thought I had an encore how my lil nigga still clapping
Uh huh my money large
Drop back a perc I don't do bars
Might say fuck rap like fuck the bars
Bitch we still hopping out of cars
Glock got a dick hold on pause
And a switch we take shit far
These niggas bitch and ain't did shit
I'll probably die from natural cause
Writer(s): Khalick Caldwell, Philip Tsahey
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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