King G.I. - Over the Years

No Notifications (feat. TimesDaLoc, Kwiet & PizzleDontPlay)

Burn rubber on they broke ass
I just murdered the scene with no mask
Getting high finna burn up some more gas
I heard that your team got low cash
Me and mine just counted up some more racks
Then we put it right back in rotation
Talking down better watch what you saying
We pop up no notification

Throw shots
Hold that
Better watch what you say like your phone tapped
Slap a nigga in his face with the whole strap
Me and mine disrespect like borat
Leave a nigga on his face by the door mat
I ain't playing no games I fasho clap
My niggas go hard where the locs at
Burn it all burn rubber get more racks

More racks in rotation
We going in no hesitation
If he's a hater then blow his face in
Always stood out I was never basic
The fruits of life I ain't never tasted
We grew up on beans and rice in this basement
Blue and red beans my life is the matrix
Keeping my distance don't fuck with that fake shit

Don't fuck with that fake shit
Don't fuck with no snakes
I don't care who it is I don't fuck with no rats
I'm good if she basic she gotta be bad
They talking down while we running up racks
Running they mouth we don't never react
We just load up and pull up where they at
Burn it up like we be doing the bags
Don't need no brakes all I use is the gas

Burn rubber on they broke ass
I just murdered the scene with no mask
Getting high finna burn up some more gas
I heard that your team got low cash
Me and mine just counted up some more racks
Then we put it right back in rotation
Talking down better watch what you saying
We pop up no notification

I keep me a bag of them benjamins
Run up the check then count the bands
I really be flyer than Peter Pan
I hop on a jet and I never land
Ice on my neck my wrist and hands
You can't sit at my table with out a plan
You know I don't fuck with no middle man
Don't fuck with no niggas that take the stand

For the life of me I can not understand why them niggas decided to snitch
Feel like they should die in ditches
Can't even front I was losing behind them bitches
But I'm back on my shit like a fly
Too fly for the lame shit belong in the sky
But I never be on no plane shit
Move like a spaceship
I'm taking off

Burn rubber on they broke ass
I just murdered the scene with no mask
Getting high finna burn up some more gas
I heard that your team got low cash
Me and mine just counted up some more racks
Then we put it right back in rotation
Talking down better watch what you saying
We pop up no notification

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Writer(s): De Andre Jones
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