POCKETS ON OVERLOAD Lyrics

One, two 7 hollow points with the red bean A mac 11 with a 50 round magazine

Black hat, black shirt, yep, black jeans And I can't wait for a motherfucker to drive

Me, climb me Rollin' up Garamo, cushion high, beans blinded

Ridin' a 100 to master climbin' I'm blunted, smokin' Hawaiian, circus stations

for clients Yeah, I got the shit boss to make me live

pop off Where the fuck I'm from, niggas

Only know money, sex, and murder Anything less is John Doe unheard of

Better be careful bout the words comin' out your mouth

Chill and have a hit squad outside your momma house

In and out and talk about the shit at the Waffle House

Break down, hit the highway, your head way south

Me a winner, underground affiliate with an escape route

Pack a move overseas, ten-figure bank account

Hit rock, hit rock, hit rock, hit rock, hit rock

Ayy, they spittin' candy, boys, I'm tryna make a hundred grand

Each grand, keep it secured up in a rubber band

I broke the man's off the earth and put him in a hearse

Once that fifth verse, he ain't gon' have time to see a nurse

These niggas jerks, I carry work up and down the berths

If it's served by the swerve, damn, I almost hit the curve

I'm tryna hit the perf and get up in some big skirt

If it's dirt, then I'm bangin' the fifth, I'ma go to surf

These niggas like the perf, talkin' like they got the work

I'm bout to murk the industry, don't have to put an enemy

But those who ain't enemy, they'll get burned instantly

You niggas, you pretend to be friends, but you enemies

I'm down with preachin', makin' money like I'm counterfeiting

Two pounds flippin', I'm around with me henna sippin

Listen, pay attention, foes is out this dimension

Test me, you a dyin' nigga, I ain't missin

Get my disco, get overloaded, get me rollin', blow, blow, blow

Still I get low, all I get is low, get overloaded, get me rollin', blow, blow, blow

Still I get low, all I get is low, get overloaded, get me rollin', blow, blow, blow

Yeah, that is 15-15s, and like 6-F, yeah, push with the strings

Hunnid big-ass Earl Oceana with my nigga, big-ass

Don't like bricks, that's Greenest Village, thick-ass

Lovely ladies and a lot of big tramps, fuck them till they legs get cramped

With these stormin' and them dunks, you don't wanna get slammed

Lolo's with them bolos, and I swear my shit's cramped

And while you're on for low, stay coppin' close

From the top of the globe, top of the globe, never can stop my flow

And I let them stay broke, let them swoon, put them diamonds in gold

Stick it to the G-code, G-code, like we support, we support

Talk it, feel it, we hold, feel the hold, act like you know

My whole team got gold, got gold, reppin' for the old

And I'm like this one overloaded, get me rollin', blow, blow, blow

Still lockin' low, I'm like this one overloaded, get me rollin', blow, blow

Still lockin' low, I'm like this one overloaded, get me rollin', blow, blow

Still lockin' low