Overtime

Drop top stopped at the red light
Wilding out here till I get my bread right
Going overtime it's a hard grind
Everyday I hustle got to get mine
Drop top stopped at the red light
Wilding out here till I get my bread right
Going overtime it's a hard grind
Everyday I hustle got to get mine

Tints up, roll deep here let me break it down
Back seat, hills with the view in a Lakers town
Every shot I shoot I always hit, it be double on the flip
It Be Swish, swish, swish like the paper sound
Take off here before the key turning
It be gas on the fire, so it keeps burning
You at the highlight room, I'm making highlight music
Then she meet me at the crib, for the real turn up

Drop top stopped at the red light
Wilding out here till I get my bread right
Going overtime it's a hard grind
Everyday I hustle got to get mine
Drop top stopped at the red light
Wilding out here till I get my bread right
Going overtime it's a hard grind
Everyday I hustle got to get mine

I pull up the speakers beating, shorty hungry dick she eating
Call Nice a Cholo, cause in the whip I'm always leaning
I remember barely eating, cause we ain't have it
Now we ride around in Rarri's, life is so lavish
Taylor made no more saggin, everything is fitted now
On the grind everyday, know I got to get it now
Cream on my mind like Wu Tang, mami in love
Want to be my boo thing, maybe baby

Drop top stopped at the red light
Wilding out here till I get my bread right
Going overtime it's a hard grind
Everyday I hustle got to get mine
Drop top stopped at the red light
Wilding out here till I get my bread right
Going overtime it's a hard grind
Everyday I hustle got to get mine



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Rhedrick, Keith Whitehead
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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