Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overtime, artist - Foogiano. Date of issue: 25.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Overtime |
| My story |
| My time (Ho) |
| Clockwork |
| It’s the Mayor, nigga |
| Ho |
| Overtime gang, winning shot, you know I’m Michael (Huh?) |
| The young niggas, they slangin' pistols, say that I’m they idol (Mob) |
| Ain’t really an idol (Nah), the Mayor, that’s my title (Ho) |
| Flip these pages of my life, get deep just like a bible (For real?) |
| This bitch, she want a title (What?), she know that I can’t wife her (Ho) |
| I freestyle by myself, I never jumped into a cypher (Never) |
| These punchlines hittin' hard, call them motherfuckers Tyson (Boom) |
| And yeah, boy, I’m a beast, but I be chillin' like a bison (Ho) |
| I’m humble, but I’m almighty (What?) |
| Try me, come out my body (Foo) |
| I’m tiny, but I hit hard |
| Nigga arm just like a shotty (Boom) |
| I smoke gas in the lobby (Huh?) |
| Trappin', that be my hobby (Trap) |
| These diamonds on me pissin', lil' nigga, go find a potty (Ice, ice, ice, ice) |
| Got problems, we can solve 'em (Huh?) |
| With me, it come an army (Mob) |
| And everybody double cupped up, movin' like a zombie (Mud) |
| You say you got some money, well, nigga, show me some money (Broke) |
| My young niggas, they itchin', they ready to take it from you (Mob) |
| Try us, and bitch, we gunnin' (Ho), double drum hold a hundred (Grrah) |
| Close your mouth, you know your baby mama drive a Honda (Broke) |
| I send a nigga, they comin' (What?) |
| They stir you up about that cheese, nigga, like macaroni (Mix) |
| Your mama gon' be screamin', «Lord, why did you take him from me?» |
| (Ho) |
| I sit back and I laugh and I count up on all these hundreds (Racks) |
| I’m laughin' to the money, these haters, they be so funny (Fool) |
| On the 'net, he gangster, I see him, he won’t say nothin' (Ho) |
| I’m finna drop this bomb, when I drop, it’s gon' be atomic (Boom) |
| Hey, daddy was a dope boy, nigga, what you think that I would be? |
| (Trap) |
| Told my mama I’d be back, I’m catchin' plays right up the street (Hey) |
| Hittin' lick for a couple bands, now they spend that on the feet |
| I was crashin', niggas looked right past me, ain’t show love to me |
| Now they double backin', steady askin', but it’s up on the fee |
| Now every time I see your bitch, she somewhere stuck on her knees |
| The homies 'posed to be my dog, why it feel like we competin'? |
| She suck me good, but X out all of the leeches |
| It’s fucked up, we ain’t have no OG to teach us |
| Gettin' hella racks off bag like I get bags off these features (Bag) |
| Since a jit, fuck on your bitch and nigga clean like the cleaners |
| Trap came from rappin', weigh it up and bag it (Hey) |
| Nigga try, we flashin', hangin' out the Magnum (Hey) |
| Different shit, ain’t average |
| Young nigga came from shit, they ain’t want me to have this |
| Now I’m bookin', yeah, she bad, but she broke, I’ma pass it |
| Now when mama call me, she get them racks on the average (Brrt) |
| She was worried 'bout me back then, I grew to a savage |
| Sell weed in all of my classes, then I started swipin' the plastic |
| Now my ice is bright (Ice), they gon' pay my price (Hey) |
| That bitch, she gon' fuck 'cause she know I can save her life (Smash) |
| Bitch, I came from Reading Road, she know my heart cold |
| Phone juggs and hittin' four-fours, nigga kick our door (Jugg) |
| (My daddy made this beat) |