Smug Mang, Eddy Baker, Wooh da Kid - Overload lyrics
[Smug Mang, Eddy Baker, Wooh da Kid - Overload lyrics]
On overload
My life on overload, I can't think
You can die real quick, so don't blink
Life is just temporary, we all gon' pass
That's why I'm living life everyday
Like it's my last on overload, I can't think
You can die real quick, so don't blink
Life is just temporary, we all gon' pass
That's why I'm living life everyday
Like it's my last on overload
Smug Life on overload
Remember every drank, xanax and I overzooted
Moving loads, I was moving oz's
To where you told, that's how this shit go
Or your body get found down the road
Live by it, die by it, talking Smug Code
And no I don't do fronts bitch, I never owe
Had to move a weight from the Smug Lane
'Cause the shit was getting old
And as the story goes, I grow
I'm slowed, I'm so throwed
I just hope they don't know
What the fuck I know
You roll it up, pour it up, and sip slow
And just let that shit go
Baker, bitch
Whipping hella O's, no designer cloths
Still trapping bitch, keep it on the low
Hella mobile phones
Young nigga hella from my mobile home
Only child so I had to get it on my own
Mama at work, papa on the roam
Used to post up with them dope
Boys at the corner store
I was only 17 when I first pushed a zone
Couple months later, saved up and bought a
If you trying to rob me then I'm taking
Getting straight to the money
I ain't chasing hoes
Do a lot of crooked shit
But that's how it goes bitch
My life on overload, I can't think
You can die real quick, so don't blink
Life is just temporary, we all gon' pass
That's why I'm living life everyday
Like it's my last on overload, I can't think
You can die real quick, so don't blink
Life is just temporary, we all gon' pass
That's why I'm living life everyday
Like it's my last on overload
Smug Life on overload
Remember every drank, xanax and I overzooted
Moving loads, I was moving oz's
To where you told, that's how this shit go
Or your body get found down the road
Live by it, die by it, talking Smug Code
And no I don't do fronts bitch, I never owe
Had to move a weight from the Smug Lane
'Cause the shit was getting old
And as the story goes, I grow
I'm slowed, I'm so throwed
I just hope they don't know
What the fuck I know
You roll it up, pour it up, and sip slow
And just let that shit go
Baker, bitch
Whipping hella O's, no designer cloths
Still trapping bitch, keep it on the low
Hella mobile phones
Young nigga hella from my mobile home
Only child so I had to get it on my own
Mama at work, papa on the roam
Used to post up with them dope
Boys at the corner store
I was only 17 when I first pushed a zone
Couple months later, saved up and bought a
If you trying to rob me then I'm taking
Getting straight to the money
I ain't chasing hoes
Do a lot of crooked shit
But that's how it goes bitch