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overloaded - halfmari lyrics

[chorus]
i feel like my chopper’s overloaded
watch how my bank account explodin
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas, cause they weird and they folded
yeah, i geek hard, but a n*gga ain’t codin
like, what is the price of my wrist
n*gga, what is the price of your b*tch
put money on pants, i’m making a flip
green in my pants, i’m selling a zip
ain’t got no advance, i’m trapping, that’s it
why your hoe think she the sh*t
why your hoe, why your hoe blowing my phone
why your hoe, why your hoe trying to get gone

[verse 1]
b*tch, i want some bands today
b*tch, i shoot your man today
b*tch, i got advance today
you gon’ pull up, drop your pants today
my neck milly rockin, but i do not wanna dance today
and my diamonds hypnotizin
i could put you in a trance today
why he try beef with me
i’m hoping he don’t drop for heaven’s sake
i k!ll him easily
i take a life before the second death i take
oh, he trap a lot, they think i got that green on me
i feel like i’m drake
cause these b*tches tryna team on me
woah, is that a glaze
all of this money, i swear they amazed
black as f*ck inside like krave
srt, the opps cannot chase me
pass me the weed, my n*gga, i’m facing
tens around me, them baddies adjacent
i’m getting the green, ain’t no time for waiting
try to come back to me, but b*tch, you was snaking
when i’m in the v, these n*ggas be quaking
[chorus]
i feel like my chopper’s overloaded
watch how my bank account explodin
i can’t f*ck with n*ggas, cause they weird and they folded
yeah, i geek hard, but a n*gga ain’t codin
like, what is the price of my wrist
n*gga, what is the price of your b*tch
put money on pants, i’m making a flip
green in my pants, i’m selling a zip
ain’t got no advance, i’m trapping, that’s it
why your hoe think she the sh*t
why your hoe, why your hoe blowing my phone
why your hoe, why your hoe trying to get gone

[verse 2]
yo, what happened to respect
what done happened to my neck
you switched up for the money
b*tch, what happened to your check
flying first class, cause what happened to my jet
put my d*ck up on her p*ssy lips, i draw the silhouette
huh, yeah, uh, i’m chill as a mof*cka
yeah, i get the bills like a mof*cka
i take your b*tch and we stay f*ckin
i f*ck a baddie, then gon duck her
i got her heart and sh*t eruptin
how do i tell her, i don’t love her
pop out the cut, shoot the whole function
them n*ggas toast with no b*tter
how you making bread with no b*tter
how you living this life with no lover
how you keepin a knife and no cutter
i could really just strike like a mof*cka
[outro]
(i could really just strike like a mof*cka)
(i swear to god that i did)
(i’m finna shoot at a n*gga, swear to god, i won’t miss)

- halfmari lyrics

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