Halfmari - Overloaded

{chorus}
I feel like my chopper's overloaded
Watch how my bank account explodin
I can't fuck with niggas, cause they weird and they folded
Yeah, i geek hard, but a nigga ain't codin
Like, what is the price of my wrist
Nigga, what is the price of your bitch
Put money on pants, i'm making a flip
Green in my pants, i'm selling a zip
Ain't got no advance, i'm trapping, that's it
Why your hoe think she the shit
Why your hoe, why your hoe blowing my phone
Why your hoe, why your hoe trying to get gone

{verse 1}
Bitch, i want some bands today
Bitch, i shoot your man today
Bitch, i got advance today
You gon' pull up, drop your pants today
My neck milly rockin, but i do not wanna dance today
And my diamonds hypnotizin
I could put you in a trance today
Why he try beef with me
I'm hoping he don't drop for heaven's sake
I kill him easily
I take a life before the second death i take
Oh, he trap a lot, they think i got that green on me
I feel like i'm drake
Cause these bitches tryna team on me
Woah, is that a glaze
All of this money, i swear they amazed
Black as fuck inside like krave
Srt, the opps cannot chase me
Pass me the weed, my nigga, i'm facing
Tens around me, them baddies adjacent
I'm getting the green, ain't no time for waiting
Try to come back to me, but bitch, you was snaking
When i'm in the v, these niggas be quaking

{chorus}
I feel like my chopper's overloaded
Watch how my bank account explodin
I can't fuck with niggas, cause they weird and they folded
Yeah, i geek hard, but a nigga ain't codin
Like, what is the price of my wrist
Nigga, what is the price of your bitch
Put money on pants, i'm making a flip
Green in my pants, i'm selling a zip
Ain't got no advance, i'm trapping, that's it
Why your hoe think she the shit
Why your hoe, why your hoe blowing my phone
Why your hoe, why your hoe trying to get gone

{verse 2}
Yo, what happened to respect
What done happened to my neck
You switched up for the money
Bitch, what happened to your check
Flying first class, cause what happened to my jet
Put my dick up on her pussy lips, i draw the silhouette
Huh, yeah, uh, i'm chill as a mofucka
Yeah, i get the bills like a mofucka
I take your bitch and we stay fuckin
I fuck a baddie, then gon duck her
I got her heart and shit eruptin
How do i tell her, i don't love her
Pop out the cut, shoot the whole function
Them niggas toast with no butter
How you making bread with no butter
How you living this life with no lover
How you keepin a knife and no cutter
I could really just strike like a mofucka

{outro}
(i could really just strike like a mofucka)
(i swear to god that i did)
(i'm finna shoot at a nigga, swear to god, i won't miss)