Overtime

I'm working on the block
Overtime I beat the clock
Sack off in the bushes
In my sock I got that guap
Got that glock and you get pop
Country man boy you get taxed
Chain smoking that gas
Can't let up I can't relax
Why you mad hoe
I just want them young thug digits
I get cash hoe
Want them hundreds twenties fifties
Want a safe hoe
You can keep that fucking bag
Want to race hoe
Mazda three I can't come last

Pull up on a bitch
She sucking dick
Pull up on a nigga
What you want to hit
I don't give a fuck
We can shoot shit
Like 2K come with the stick
Pop Youngster dancing with the stick
Hundred round hundred round everybody hit
Fuck a Draco AR's in this bitch
Think this shit sweet whole tongue getting split
I ain't got to be the toughest
But I hold my own that's on me
I'm flip me a one to three
Full plates they left me hungry
Chain smoking that ninety-three
What I dream boy you cannot see
John Cena, you can't see me
Out her fucking trapping

I'm working on the block
Overtime I beat the clock
Sack off in the bushes
In my sock I got that guap
Got that glock and you get pop
Country man boy you get taxed
Chain smoking that gas
Can't let up I can't relax
Why you mad hoe
I just want them young thug digits
I get cash hoe
Want them hundreds twenties fifties
Want a safe hoe
You can keep that fucking bag
Want to race hoe
Mazda three I can't come last



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Writer(s): Quatez Foster
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