Overtime - Cut Throat, Sauce & Heroe: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Cut Throat, Sauce & Heroe

Overtime

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West Coast Rap

Overtime was released on April 8, 2016 by Keep Thuggin / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution as a part of the album DLK Purge Season Hosted by Young Robbery

Song Details

AlbumDLK Purge Season Hosted by Young Robbery

Release DateApril 8, 2016

LabelKeep Thuggin / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM109

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Cut Throat

Performer

Sauce

Performer

Heroe

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Cut Throat

Songwriter

Sauce

Songwriter

Heroe

Songwriter

Lyrics

It's real late, bout to pour an eight

In the kitchen **** fiends can't wait

Sauce got the 38, Cut got the 40, **** we straight

Felon Gang bitch bye, Xannies and Codeine, a lil bit of Sprite

Con go in the mission, **** fuck what

You heard man it's all on a bitch

And if not then it's all on a lick, lay a

Sucker on the floor if he lucky he'll live

I say it's ugly cause it is, my **** shot

My other **** for a line of some shit

And we all dead wrong, a couple easy thousands and **** you gone

See the porch lights, that mean we still

Awake, Cutthoat real talk y'all real fake

You see the porch lights, yeah we still awake

Got the neighbors fussin', yeah it's real late

Count a couple thousands, make another eight

Overtime on the couch with my 38

You see the porch lights, yeah we still awake

Got the neighbors fussin', yeah it's real late

Count a couple thousands, make another eight

Overtime on the couch with my 38

Saucey bitch, the trap house specialist

Time and a half on the couch tryna ice my wrist

I'm in the spot all night tryna ice your bitch

Killin' that no chill like that so saucey bitch

Back on the couch, weighin' out a couple grams

Wrap it in plastic, then start shakin' a couple hands

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, count some more

One stack, two stack, three stacks, give me four

Time to switch spots, papi got hit

Now I don't want that shit comin' back on the kid

Married to the game, nine in my cummerbund

Just copped a nine pack plus a couple on the front

Papi trust me I'll be right back

Time to swoop D-Luv for a night in the trap

Dollar signs for eyes, no I don't see you suckers

Yeah one in the chamber like I see you suckers

You see the porch lights, yeah we still awake

Got the neighbors fussin', yeah it's real late

Count a couple thousands, make another eight

Overtime on the couch with my 38

You see the porch lights, yeah we still awake

Got the neighbors fussin', yeah it's real late

Count a couple thousands, make another eight

Overtime on the couch with my 38

European whips, European trips

Sip a eight on the plane cause I love how it taste

Straight face, Yung Raw never hit

Pop a seal with young Sauce, bust a lid

I'm in love with that money smell

I'm addicted to the life so I gotta bail

Got trees growin' up by the bail

Keep countin' this all gon' sell

Get it all, set it off like Latifah

On the couch straight waiting out reefer

Need drugs, Xans and a blunt

Top notch, off top, fillin' my cup

And so what, I'ma do it for my big cuz

Rest in peace Big Tay, one love

And I'ma do it for my thugs

Mug on my face cause there ain't no drugs

You see the porch lights, yeah we still awake

Got the neighbors fussin', yeah it's real late

Count a couple thousands, make another eight

Overtime on the couch with my 38

You see the porch lights, yeah we still awake

Got the neighbors fussin', yeah it's real late

Count a couple thousands, make another eight

Overtime on the couch with my 38

Written by: Cut Throat, Heroe, Sauce

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