Overload

Talkin' numbers on my phone Realness in my chromosomes Pickin' up another load Buying GALA, staking CRO Can't front him 'cause his trap too slow Weighin' bags up, watch him blow Crazy how a nigga turn on you if you tell him no You can't get caught lackin' in these streets, you gotta stay on go Man, these niggas fruity, boy, don't make me split your cantaloupe Tell me, how can niggas enjoy livin' when they out here dead broke? Tesla, Dodge, switchin' whips Crypto, trap, I double dip Only stock magazines, we ain't doin' aftermarket clips Shorty got a crazy body, I love her face, I love her hips Should I take the plug off? Right now, I'm on the fence We gon' crush our competition, we the wrong ones to go against I know Keisha gon' be right there if I sit down, and I do a stint I can't say the same for none of these hoes 'cause these hoes temporary I'm pushin' this Maybach right now even though it's January I know lil' bro'll never fold Shooter ain't gon' never fold Just 'cause it glitter, don't mean it's gold Make sure you pay me what I'm owed My trap jumpin' like a toad Trackhawk fuckin' up the road The price gon' dump on this coin tomorrow, 'cause right now, this shit oversold Too many strains inside the 'partment right now, this is our overload I'm just tryna take the globe Right now, bitch, I'm in that mode Blowin' up, I might explode HODL, gotta hold Buy the dip, don't never FOMO Need them racks, I need 'em pronto Talkin' numbers on my phone Realness in my chromosomes Pickin' up another load Buying GALA, staking CRO Can't front him 'cause his trap too slow Weighin' bags up, watch him blow Crazy how a nigga turn on you if you tell him no You can't get caught lackin' in these streets, you gotta stay on go Man, these niggas fruity, boy, don't make me split your cantaloupe (yeah) Tell me, how can niggas enjoy livin' when they out here dead broke? (Yeah, uh) Real niggas inspire me, just pages out my diary I waited for it, finally, it's my turn, the irony I used to be fed up with this rap shit entirely (I was done) A few million later, I'm still a menace to society The streets need trappers and these beats need classics And if hate like promotion, I guess my street team rappers (nigga) I'm good, you make a call, I make a call, then look out 'cause them bricks comin' Just be waitin' outside in the front like your lift comin' (huh?) You made a few chips, but still ain't teachin' your clique nothin' (nothin') You can't fool my bitch, she know the Maybach the 600 (rrr) Rollies for the team, nigga, only was a dream, nigga Money out the streets ain't the same as a clean million BET Awards show, I was used to court clothes My crib got a courtyard, I'm courtside, just formal My bitch not that regular, my watch not that normal Jewels, I got a half on, mask on like Zorro Every chance, I'ma ball When my manager call You know I'm- Talkin' numbers on my phone Realness in my chromosomes Pickin' up another load Buying GALA, staking CRO Can't front him 'cause his trap too slow Weighin' bags up, watch him blow Crazy how a nigga turn on you if you tell him no You can't get caught lackin' in these streets, you gotta stay on go Man, these niggas fruity, boy, don't make me split your cantaloupe Tell me, how can niggas enjoy livin' when they out here dead broke?