Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overdrive Pt. 2, artist - Chillinit. Album song The Octagon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 420 Family
Song language: English
Overdrive Pt. 2 |
| Haha |
| Everyone got somethin' to say these days, fuckin' hell |
| Brudda wanna talk on the gram, oh damn |
| I just laugh and I won’t go start it |
| Big house got plants in the back, hmm, better homes and gardens |
| Got 28 grams in the pack, fall back my brudda, till the phones on nada |
| You ain’t never gon' see me beggin', infact I ain’t even gonna beg your pardon |
| I was cool, runnings |
| In your warehouse, get the tools, bunnings |
| Wood with the hardware |
| Seafood, I go hard yeah |
| I’ma get your sauce like tartare, TSSS |
| I might burn you |
| The me and your bitch I might swerve you |
| The dark arts rule |
| It was half-past two |
| Like Ja gone Rule when I rain down murder |
| The bally on see my eyes, burka |
| Worker, all I do is grind, might murk ya |
| Come up on the counter bruh I might serve ya |
| Up your mountains brah, I’m like sherpas |
| I made millions |
| All you mc’s broke and jokes, you’re all cats like Williams |
| I don’t give an uck for ya clash, removed all the L’s, that’s cash, millions |
| I don’t wanna act like children |
| Fuck a rental I said that’s my building, that’s my land, that’s my block |
| Big Dwayne Johnson got packs of the rock |
| I was back to the block, the moonlight, the creeper |
| I probably put a ball in a box, it’s like Kieffer’s |
| I’m waiting for the coins to drop, it’s like features |
| I’m blindin', got the cash like lightning |
| Hahahaha |
| 420 family |
| Ay, ay, ay |
| 420 family |
| Ay, ay, ay |
| 420 family |
| Octagon, out now |
| (Trooh Hippi) |
| Ragh |
| Saw the signs in the field, Cranmer |
| Brah, I was in the ville no danger |
| My soul might struggle to rebuild I’m a cold type |
| Cold nights, I was on the pills like ravers |
| On my radar, I don’t rate ya, I could caveman fire like caveman |
| Hoffman when he rayman, see ya later |
| Get the smoke, it’s not vapour |
| Agh, grey van, 28 grams, straight glam, had a spray tan might date ya |
| But ya waist man, too big for ya wasteman |
| Get a great man, daddy like Vader |
| Take a knee son, might take ya, eyes looks Japanese, Geisha |
| Might place online, gamer |
| While I’m rackin the rack in up off the radar |
| If you got one, then I got ten |
| I’m a drop set, monster loch ness |
| Said he top one, he ain’t even top ten |
| Look, I spell it out for you, 'cause you’re a flop, give a F no L you’re the |
| opp then |
| Wordplay burnt J when I crop sesh, got the fire in the pencil hot lead |
| Got the fire in the brain, hot head |
| How sweet disposition like a temper trap, I bend ya back |
| Then fuck it then I’ll send it back, collect the pack and get the stash |
| And then bounce with a hefty stack of that paper |
| You ain’t better than this, you ain’t better on a record you’re irrelevant spit |
| So up late like Letterman is |
| And my girl got faces and bootys like Bella Hadid, jealous |
| Hard like render |
| In the future with the armour, bender, might get fried, one way flight to |
| Jamaica |
| One eye on em like Leela |
| Did ya catch that? |
| Did ya catch that? |
| Look brudda, I stay where the herb be |
| Did ya catch that? |
| Did ya catch that? |
| Fuck that go back to the first beat |
| Black tracksuit, LV sneaker |
| Chilly got an appetite, he might eat ya |
| Chilly got an appetite. |
| he might eat ya |
| Paites gon' heat for the co-cocaine, it was straight OG |
| It was 8.3, off a mate from Glebe |
| In a blacked out Benz or an AMG |
| Or a G63 G Wagon, I’ve never been laggin' |
| The shunter shunter get the bag in |
| Body Bag since BodyBag toe tag it |
| Couple G’s, OG might bag it |
| Smoke on reefer, you MC’s want smoke, shisha |
| Talk to the reaper, 2.1 and the blueberry I’m into 8 like pizza |
| I can school ya, like teacher |
| Don’t know Jack the fact I might reach ya |
| Make you feel like you popped 3 xans and a gram of that liquid ghee it might |
| sleep ya |
| I’m kicking it like Gracie, rock band, blow 'em a kiss just like chasey |
| Barbie in malibu, Stacey |
| Heard ya girl want shots, don’t chase me, brah |
| I’m like a pokie machine 'cause you hate me still you wanna play me |
| You put all your time inside mine and now once your money is mine you wanna pay |
| me, agh |
| I don’t really care what your pop think, popped in lock pick it like a locksmith |
| Had a chill and a pill and a few lil' lines now I gotta ill mind, Hopsin |
| I could smoke 1, smoke you, roll up for the beef, tofu |
| Cocaine in a big fat sack, five balls and I saw 5 stars, Goku |
| Steden, on a ball tonight, I called up for the quarter price, 'cause you’re the |
| type that fall for a sporty spice |
| And get roared if a all of you order ice and diamonds |
| And you hate 'cause you’re 45 and bored of life and about to divorce your wife |
| And chill chill is the one that your daughter like, that’s why she fuck on a |
| horny night |
| Haha |
| I’d hate me too brah, it’s all good |
| 420 fucking fam |
| Australia to the UK |
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| Give an uck |