Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overdose, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Until Death Call My Name, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Never Broke Again
Song language: English
Overdose |
I ain’t no bad person, no |
Ayy I ain’t no gangster, ain’t no killer |
I ain’t no gangbanger, I’m me |
Like everybody make mistakes, that’s life |
Name one fuckin' person who ain’t make mistakes, you feel me? |
Man like we, I don’t know what to say |
I don’t know if I’m targeted |
I don’t know if it’s from what I speak about, like I don’t know |
I just shit, until I’m dead I’ma be me |
Yeah, yeah |
And they ain’t never seen this shit before |
Ooh, BigHead on the beat |
Young nigga shit |
Bitch, gang, gang, gang, gang, hrrr |
38 Baby |
Without no coat I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain |
Reminiscing about bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains |
Without no drugs I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain |
I ain’t gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed |
I was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin' time fly past |
I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag |
Havin' shootouts broad day and we runnin' from task |
I put my flex down, never sit down, I told that bitch I’ll never stand down |
Creepin' on your block with a hundred rounds |
Go to shoot and try to run |
Hop out the whip and we gon' run you down |
Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads |
Now he can’t make a sound |
Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down |
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that’s that same shit |
357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain quick |
Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit |
Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass |
I told her turn around and bust it open |
That Soulja Slim, that C Murder, come in the tank just like No Limit soldier |
I’m poppin' X so I’m steady rollin' |
Say he a gangster, got his chest out |
When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him |
None of these niggas ain’t never play with me |
Play with me, I bet you see |
Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep |
Bitch I’m out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets |
Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet |
Got 'em all boxed in at the location, the police movin' in |
People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in |
Same shit you did to go to jail, don’t do that shit again |
Bitch I’m screamin' fuck you, never change, thuggin' to the end |
I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin' for? |
Why they steady sayin' the gon' snatch my chain though? |
You want to rap, how you gon' think without a brain though? |
Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow |
I’ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (shoot 'em up yeah, yeah) |
I’ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (fill 'em up yeah, yeah) |
Overdose, I kill 'em slow |
What’s the 4−1-1, they know I be, I be 'bout whatever |
You ain’t got no bodies, you ain’t 'bout it, boy you are not a stepper |
You play with me, bitch ain’t no hidin', ain’t nobody can help you |
Send your ass to the devil, in envelope like a letter |
Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it |
It’s all brass like a penny, only see fire when I spit it |
I ain’t shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it |
Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin' |