Future - Overdose lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future - 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)
Bodybag 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 turnt up to the max
(The max)
My lil' 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)
Bodybag 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)
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)
Bodybag 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 turnt up to the max
(The max)
My lil' 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)
Bodybag 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)