Overtime ft. Dj Holiday Lyrics

They say hard work pays off

And I'm definitely in overtime

The ink done dried, nigga

10-17's own

DJ Holiday

We gon' make history

*Bitch*

You know what it is, right

They don't know what to do with me nigga

Let's go

*its Glime Season*

I pledge allegiance to the trap off the chain

yeah I snapped

You hit her phone, where she at

She with city, off the map

I hit the club like Warren sapp

Don't like ya song, won't give you dap

I double tap that binary

Then you're gone, that was that

Affiliates, you nigga

Pay attention bitch

Last time I checked

hope you pay attention

We send shots, we don't mention

Yeah, only about my business

I love racks, just like tennis

Yeah, if we get into it

I hit you and the witness

I'm a bad guy

Ill take your granny pension

I get mad high

Forgive me if I start twitching

I get mad fly

All my hoes say I'm bitchin

Chrome hearts on my eyes

I can always see the vision

aint no competition

I stack money when I sleep

M5 competition

It's in the lot, take a peek

All these diamonds glisten

That's why I smile cheek to cheek

I start designer pissin

Been sippin' lean all week

Helmut Lang

I give a fuck about Johnny Dang

I'm fuckin' your main thing

She hit my phone, I let it ring

I'm up in Magic City

Throwing ones, I make it rain

He was talkin' tough

Now my shooter just wear his chain

*Bitch, bitch, bitch*

Evil Empire

laughing all the way to the bank