Overly

[Intro] Aye turn me up JP Huh, uh Uh, Uh [Verse] Drive the car ain’t got no brake I’m in Louie with thirty thousand Got some fine shit out of Dallas, I’m with rollers and the hoodsters I’m on hybirds no sativas, I’m in the trenches with honorable members My grandma said “I’m her baby” My mama know I’m a killer They say “I look like Melinda” Turn into Fay when I feel suspicious Little bro when that “brr” he brr He jump out the bushes and finish him My car cost sixty thousand I’m popping my shit forever I’m superly overly, overly I’m him ain’t no nigga over me Make a bad bitch cook me food Got a trench bitch boost me a tech Got a bougie bitch with good credit Finna make the hoe give me a vet I sold more dope than my daddy I know I make my brother proud In 33 Rochina played me Ask that bitch “How she like me now” Lil’ bitch say “Close your mouth” I got a thirty thousand dollar smile Your BD asked me to Front him a pound Broke ass bitch he ain’t in my caliber We’ll pull up 392 Challenger You ain’t got all the money then bitch I’ll get back with you I’m in Haimov with life savings I pour a cup she say “Goodness gracious” I put a bitch rent in my 2 liter pull up fine shit in a 2 seater They can’t stop me what they gon’ with me? Broke that bitch back wish it was two of me So much Louie they gon’ call me “Louie P” Walk in Amiri spent twenty on the newest jeans Baby mama call like “Do you got something for me” Broke ass bitch if you don’t get the fuck from me Show bm a thirty and spend it on Baby Z Teeth hittin “Bling bow” bitch these H8 Broke ass nigga ain’t shit you can tell me Get hit with this shit nobody coming to help you We ain’t doing leg shots when we swing that metal Real made men I’m a hell of a nigga Nigga I’m a war lord I’m a vet I drop that bag he marked for death Lil cuz’ say “One day I gotta stop swinging it” Them niggas play on BK I’m bringing it Bro get to walking shit down with that ten Bro died early so I brought him a Benz A nigga can’t say I ain’t for the men I don’t play board day I’ll aim for chin I don’t give two fuck about your kid Once you in this shit you in it You shouldn’t have did that shit you did I don’t need no help on no bid Rolling 60’s jack my shit You don’t like it? Suck my dick I took an nigga advance and spend that shit in the trenches with all my niggas I brought Amiri for every nigga around me I got bundles for all the bitches Walked out of prison eighty thousand They keep screaming “Papi wildin’” Ain’t got no license but I’m driving, you’ll be a fool to get behind me Fine shit get wet whenever I’m smiling Bitch tryna rip me out my boxers I wake up reach for the syrup She wake up get on my nerves Papi really from the curve Made a killing in the burbs Made a fifty off a syrup That little thick bitch got some curve Sipping thick shit made me swerve Jump out that demon what’s the word? Brought bro home from first and third I’m tryna take us to the finals Tryna leave this bitch with a dub That nigga tryna fight with, brody his dumbass might not leave the club Two ten mills in that book bag All face shots his shit look bad My mama say “I’m like my dad” If you play once I’m on your ass Known for giving shit the belt Caught him hit him on his Steps His mama heard him get shot to death We boxed him in, we left a mess His sister hit me with a text I almost told the bitch “You next” They say my niggas get messy We give out ‘spiral trips and stretchers If you can come and catch us Bro gon’ jam out whatever I get the pan, get the grams, then get my man right together I had my hand out? Never Put that wham on whoever He heard that “Blam” shit get deadly Bitch I’m a man nothing less than My mama told me that “I’m special” Abuela tell me I’m “the future” I’ll blow all this shit right now if that nigga play then ima’ shoot him Little cuz’ say I’m his influence He say he watch what I be doing Stick my wrist in the bowl and move it I beat that bitch left right I’m grooving Selling dope since I was a baby On the corner where they raised me My mama cried when I turned eighteen They thought I died before I was eighteen I was frying shit at sixteen money came when I was seventeen By the time I turned nineteen it was no nigga ahead of me Run my block like I’m gotti He got shot cause he tried me They know me as little “YR” Nowadays they call me “Papi” Fine shit say I’m cocky Shut the fuck up bitch and top me if you need it bitch I got it It get convenient for the shoppers bitch I grew up with the mobsters the killers and the robbers Whole bunch of rude boys we some motherfucking shottas