Overtime
Yeah
Aye Yo Borto you crazy for this one bro
Borto Goin Crazy
Once apon a time not long ago a nigga ain't have no shit
I was in the trap goin platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain't have no brick
Nigga try play on the low if nigga want smoke I'ma air like I had no clip
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe when the shit get low Ima call that man a bitch
I've been the man on this
Can't lie I'm candle lit
I been thugin on my Rambo shit
I've been fuckin on a bad lil bitch
Runing game on my madden shit
I been gettin money can't be mad at shit
Nigga flexin u can have that shit
I might flex up on u wit a bad lil bitch
Uh
Mind on my money don't care bout no hate
I been allergic to fake
Uh
Which nigga ho Ima take
Uh
None of these niggas is safe
Uh
Fucked up these hundreds got beef wit da bank
But I got more hundreds to make
Uh
I'm at the top of chain
Uh
I put in the work throw respect on my name
I been da playa just fuck up the game
Put him in a hearse
That's six in his brain
They doubted on me
But who can I blame
I turn on ya bitch on but Im not entertained
Came with my shooter
Professional aim
We toatin dem rockets
Harden the range
Smokin dat grabba
Mix it with the dank
These niggas some hos
That nigga a snakes
Once apon a time not long ago nigga ain't have no shit
I was in the trap goin platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain't have no brick
Nigga try play on the low if nigga want smoke I'm air like I had no clip
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe when the shit get low Ima call that man a bitch
I've been the man on it
Can't lie I'm candle lit
I ain't arguing wit nun of des niggas my choppa gon handle it
We sendin em shots to his brain my choppa dismantle it
And u kno I've been killin des niggas I be been on my Rambo shit
Young nigga but a dog
Don't right text nigga send the check Im like Lonzo finna ball
Got S O D on dem tities because I put double Ds on that board
Hoe nigga tryna flex u ain't see the numbers boy check the chart
I been gettin to the money
Money on ice dats extra large
Dats extra large
Uh
I got the key to the city but my whip push to start
Uh
Skrrrrr
Breaking these hos
Breaking they back and they heart
Yeah Yeah Yeah
They call me Lorde
They call me Vice of em all
They Doubted on me and I gave em my all
Aint no one to trust aint no one to call
Keep it 100 can't change
Big body coupe I just candy the paint
I got big 4 G autos that sit on the tank
Scope on my lap, dats a ratchet to clank
Bang it
Bought a new choppa just named it
Spray on ya block but ya hoe ima paint
They know Ima Tyger
These niggas can't tame it
Fear God on my neck because they know that im painless
I've been on my grind and that's word my nigga
I've been jumping the numbers just hurdled a nigga
Son of a bitch I aint birth none of these niggas
This the forth quarter put hurt on a nigga
Tatts on my neck but they covered by chains
All of this drip feeling fertile my nigga
I came with my heat like a thermal my nigga
I'm goin crazy like Borto my nigga
Once apon a time not long ago nigga ain't have no shit
I was in the trap goin platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain't have no brick
Nigga tryna play on the low, if nigga want smoke, I'm air like I had no clip
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe when the shit get low Ima call that man a bitch
Bitch
Aye Yo Borto you crazy for this one bro
Borto Goin Crazy
Once apon a time not long ago a nigga ain't have no shit
I was in the trap goin platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain't have no brick
Nigga try play on the low if nigga want smoke I'ma air like I had no clip
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe when the shit get low Ima call that man a bitch
I've been the man on this
Can't lie I'm candle lit
I been thugin on my Rambo shit
I've been fuckin on a bad lil bitch
Runing game on my madden shit
I been gettin money can't be mad at shit
Nigga flexin u can have that shit
I might flex up on u wit a bad lil bitch
Uh
Mind on my money don't care bout no hate
I been allergic to fake
Uh
Which nigga ho Ima take
Uh
None of these niggas is safe
Uh
Fucked up these hundreds got beef wit da bank
But I got more hundreds to make
Uh
I'm at the top of chain
Uh
I put in the work throw respect on my name
I been da playa just fuck up the game
Put him in a hearse
That's six in his brain
They doubted on me
But who can I blame
I turn on ya bitch on but Im not entertained
Came with my shooter
Professional aim
We toatin dem rockets
Harden the range
Smokin dat grabba
Mix it with the dank
These niggas some hos
That nigga a snakes
Once apon a time not long ago nigga ain't have no shit
I was in the trap goin platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain't have no brick
Nigga try play on the low if nigga want smoke I'm air like I had no clip
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe when the shit get low Ima call that man a bitch
I've been the man on it
Can't lie I'm candle lit
I ain't arguing wit nun of des niggas my choppa gon handle it
We sendin em shots to his brain my choppa dismantle it
And u kno I've been killin des niggas I be been on my Rambo shit
Young nigga but a dog
Don't right text nigga send the check Im like Lonzo finna ball
Got S O D on dem tities because I put double Ds on that board
Hoe nigga tryna flex u ain't see the numbers boy check the chart
I been gettin to the money
Money on ice dats extra large
Dats extra large
Uh
I got the key to the city but my whip push to start
Uh
Skrrrrr
Breaking these hos
Breaking they back and they heart
Yeah Yeah Yeah
They call me Lorde
They call me Vice of em all
They Doubted on me and I gave em my all
Aint no one to trust aint no one to call
Keep it 100 can't change
Big body coupe I just candy the paint
I got big 4 G autos that sit on the tank
Scope on my lap, dats a ratchet to clank
Bang it
Bought a new choppa just named it
Spray on ya block but ya hoe ima paint
They know Ima Tyger
These niggas can't tame it
Fear God on my neck because they know that im painless
I've been on my grind and that's word my nigga
I've been jumping the numbers just hurdled a nigga
Son of a bitch I aint birth none of these niggas
This the forth quarter put hurt on a nigga
Tatts on my neck but they covered by chains
All of this drip feeling fertile my nigga
I came with my heat like a thermal my nigga
I'm goin crazy like Borto my nigga
Once apon a time not long ago nigga ain't have no shit
I was in the trap goin platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain't have no brick
Nigga tryna play on the low, if nigga want smoke, I'm air like I had no clip
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe when the shit get low Ima call that man a bitch
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Tyger Winston
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