Overtime Lyrics

We having

Prp shit

Uh

Prp new ball players

Ytsm

Free ant

Blowing that iron nigga

Ima put in overtime for them days I ain't have shit

I'm just youngin tryna run up my bandz quick

It's thirty on me but I got fifty equipped

I went in that drought and I came out to whipped

I'm feeling steph bouta drop me a thirty

Ima clip up his wings he was moving too birdy

And I'm prp stamped bitch you know that you heard me

And we know that he gone he ain't have to go to surgery

Free my nigga tru he locked for a third

My shooter be zoned he don't say shit like ferb

I was throwing em shots now he trying calm his nerve

Could be ten of them niggaz Ima still stand my turf

It's me and my kin they tryn tear us apart

I couldn't help it he got plucked with the dot

Keep dropping shots he inlove with the spark

Been down in my dick I was stuck to the rock

Lil woadie behind me he told me punch the clock

He got caught by a .556 now he sing like he jordan spark

Kept spraying da hallow through his heart

Fifty cal help me to knock off his top

She showed me her hand but I thought she was flawless

Feds snatch me up and I told em I had no involvement

I been thru dis rip a lil often

He ran from a 380…

He ran from a 380 still got put in a coffin

Could tell she a gunk by the way she be coughing

Hop out the car with that switch and i off em

Put a line on his head and my youngin go chalk em

He a dummy he came round dis way and we boxed em

I'm sleeping with narcs so I'm moving with caution

Shit went glass we hop out the car

With the thirty and start dropping shots