Verse one: You know I overdose
Got a 4-5 on my waist
You have better get the fuck up out of my face Im an uptight n***a better learn my place
Chillen with my brody bros
Liquor all over my face, you a lame you a mother fucking disgrace like for reals why you rapping in the first place
Ayye, she probably heard Im a badass n***a
Probabaly heard Im a rad ass n***a
Cold like december, more cash I deliver, more pants and I bought more pads in the winter
And my bros know
You know all my hoes know
Never on that gangster shit
You a ratchet chick then you so so
You know when the beat get a hold of me
Every beat get bagged MR. Grocery
Everyday poppin tags writing poetry
Got a flow so cold, oh wow its me
Got a blunt full of gas and some Hennessy
Motherfuck my past look in front of me
N***as know im a G
But you don't know me
Will Z

Hook
You know I overdose(Heard you a lame better get up off my beat)
Chillen with my brody bros(N***a when I rock that beat better bump my shit)
Even my momma knows(Whip it, ride it, love how how I do it like this)
A'int go no problems no(Fuck you lames let me swag real quick)
You know I overdose ayy I overdose, chillen with my brody bros ayy my brody bro
You know I overdose ayy I overdose, chillen with my brody bros, my brody bro

Verse 2: I got hella hoes, I got hella hoes, I got hella flows no money though, Its kinda sad,but at least I got momma though my n***a
I don't gangbang, but homies got choppers though
Run away from the cops got caught before, I kinda wish that the bitch didn't tell the po but she did it
I mean don't mess in the ride Mr. honda civic
Fuck though's lies and I heard you bitching
My n***as don't fuck with the lames or snitches
Never told doubt's cuz I'd know I'd be okay
These n***as talk down saying homie in yo face
And I would pop, but thats my old ways
You know you know

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