Overthinking
Overthinking young eastside trill nigga known to do a lot of real shit
Seen a whole lot so I don't feel shit
I'll never ever leave a real bitch
Niggas switchin' up, hit the kill switch
Buy her some Dior for the thrill of it
Fuck every C.O, and my circle as tight as my pee hole
Shawty trippin tryna check my location
Hit her back like "don't worry 'bout me hoe"
I just left from Bujo, that's my migo
All these young niggas rappin' my mijos
Them my sons, uste cava
So many guns I start passing 'em out
Twin wanna hit he like "pass me the rock!"
If it ain't got a switch I don't even want the Glock
YEA
Boomin with my patna dem, I love em them boys down fa whatever
The only niggas that I trust them boys gone slide fa whatever
Boomin on that block, most of these glocks illegal
Best move around you hear them sirens don't let them boys come get you
Slide thru, Bouldercrest, Beamer, Ju spot, Drive-Thru
Fine bitches, 5'2", I'm not Usher, you can't be my boo
You can have ya fun just watch ya step and let my vibes thru
Don't sneak diss we gone find you
Bitch my brada right behind you
Overthinking, all this fye, no safety, might get to over-blinking
Always gone extend my hand at first, fuck up get normal treatment
Shawty got hit in the leg, he still wanna spin like "fuck it, I ain't goin' to treatment"
Shawty got hit in the head broad day, everybody that seen it, know what he thinkin'
Don't want ya help if you hoping I need it
Most of these niggas got motives, I seen it
Get the fuck back 'fore I start overthinking
You ain't never been on a drill with ya demons
Boy you been broke for too long what you thinking
Better start using ya head you gone need it
And I don't speak on no dead opps, most of them niggas six feet fa a reason
Overthinking young eastside trill nigga known to do a lot of real shit
Seen a whole lot so I don't feel shit
I'll never ever leave a real bitch
Niggas switchin' up, hit the kill switch
Buy her some Dior for the thrill of it
Fuck every C.O, and my circle as tight as my pee hole
Shawty trippin tryna check my location
Hit her back like "don't worry 'bout me hoe"
I just left from Bujo, that's my migo
All these young niggas rappin' my mijos
Them my sons, uste cava
So many guns I start passing em out
Twin wanna hit he like "pass me the rock!"
If it ain't got a switch I don't even want the Glock
Boomin with my patna dem, I love em them boys down fa whatever
The only niggas that I trust them boys gone slide fa whatever
Boomin on that block, most of these glocks illegal
Best move around you hear them sirens don't let them boys come get you
Seen a whole lot so I don't feel shit
I'll never ever leave a real bitch
Niggas switchin' up, hit the kill switch
Buy her some Dior for the thrill of it
Fuck every C.O, and my circle as tight as my pee hole
Shawty trippin tryna check my location
Hit her back like "don't worry 'bout me hoe"
I just left from Bujo, that's my migo
All these young niggas rappin' my mijos
Them my sons, uste cava
So many guns I start passing 'em out
Twin wanna hit he like "pass me the rock!"
If it ain't got a switch I don't even want the Glock
YEA
Boomin with my patna dem, I love em them boys down fa whatever
The only niggas that I trust them boys gone slide fa whatever
Boomin on that block, most of these glocks illegal
Best move around you hear them sirens don't let them boys come get you
Slide thru, Bouldercrest, Beamer, Ju spot, Drive-Thru
Fine bitches, 5'2", I'm not Usher, you can't be my boo
You can have ya fun just watch ya step and let my vibes thru
Don't sneak diss we gone find you
Bitch my brada right behind you
Overthinking, all this fye, no safety, might get to over-blinking
Always gone extend my hand at first, fuck up get normal treatment
Shawty got hit in the leg, he still wanna spin like "fuck it, I ain't goin' to treatment"
Shawty got hit in the head broad day, everybody that seen it, know what he thinkin'
Don't want ya help if you hoping I need it
Most of these niggas got motives, I seen it
Get the fuck back 'fore I start overthinking
You ain't never been on a drill with ya demons
Boy you been broke for too long what you thinking
Better start using ya head you gone need it
And I don't speak on no dead opps, most of them niggas six feet fa a reason
Overthinking young eastside trill nigga known to do a lot of real shit
Seen a whole lot so I don't feel shit
I'll never ever leave a real bitch
Niggas switchin' up, hit the kill switch
Buy her some Dior for the thrill of it
Fuck every C.O, and my circle as tight as my pee hole
Shawty trippin tryna check my location
Hit her back like "don't worry 'bout me hoe"
I just left from Bujo, that's my migo
All these young niggas rappin' my mijos
Them my sons, uste cava
So many guns I start passing em out
Twin wanna hit he like "pass me the rock!"
If it ain't got a switch I don't even want the Glock
Boomin with my patna dem, I love em them boys down fa whatever
The only niggas that I trust them boys gone slide fa whatever
Boomin on that block, most of these glocks illegal
Best move around you hear them sirens don't let them boys come get you
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