"Overdose" lyrics

This shit, this shit, this shit, it's not gon' be that
You see what I'm sayin'?
It's, it's, it's overload, overload, overload

Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most (We flexed up)
Body bag Dior (Cash fill mine), as well as Saint Laurent (As well as Saint)
Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut (Pop)
Top shotta in the guts, uh-huh, double M, it's a must, uh-huh
Maybach, sippin' mud, uh-huh, matte black with the guts, uh-huh
Blasted off into it, uh-huh, blast off in a toy, uh-huh
They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed
Transport a lot of guns, uh-huh, take a bad bitch to lunch, uh-huh

I'm too rich to be sober
I done fucked off in Gucci, I done bought over ten Rovers
Gave a thousand bags to the soldiers
I done put a lot on my shoulders (Yeah)
I ain't holdin' out, I'm the coldest (Ain't holdin' back)
I ain't holdin' back, I'm devoted (Ain't holdin' back)
You can be the wave, I'm the ocean (You be the wave)
I done ran away with the bands (Yeah)
I done fucked the face of a fan (I fucked her face)
I done gave away a Cayenne (I gave away)
Got the whole world takin' Xans (The world)
Ben Franks, they got the gang gang turned up to the max (The max)
My little goon made a million dollars, now she ain't gettin' whacked
My wrist must be on drugs, my ears must be on drugs
My chain must be on drugs, I'm lookin' like I'm on drugs
My right pocket got drugs, my left side pocket got drugs
My pinky finger on drugs, I'm flooded out on drugs

Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most (We flexed up)
Body bag Dior (Cash fill mine), as well as Saint Laurent (As well as Saint)
Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut
Top shotta in the guts, uh-huh, double M, it's a must, uh-huh
Maybach, sippin' mud, uh-huh, matte black with the guts, uh-huh
Blasted off into it, uh-huh, blast off in a toy, uh-huh
They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed
Transport a lot of guns, uh-huh, take a bad bitch to lunch, uh-huh

Blast off in a toy (Uh-huh)
Whip the soft 'til it's hard (Uh-huh)
Sadity shit like McCartney (Huh)
My whip crazy in the Forgis (Uh-huh)
All my white bitches like it (Uh-huh)
Sendin' a tip where to strike it (Uh-huh)