Overeast Video (MV)

Aye, aye aye aye
Tryna stack up all
These bands i got
To get to the presi
Came out bouncing
Wit the homies know
The streets wasn't ready
Aint no banging on
My line of you not talking
Bout fetti
Got yo hoe all on my top
She say she happy she
Met me, sorry baby Im
Just focused on these bands
Aye
Gimme face i dont
Really want yo pants, wit the
Homies wit the mob
Wit the clan aye off top i
Don't really do new friends
Why you hating
Over here get yo checks
Up
Word to
Moms Im about
To be next up
Watch me arm curls
Wit these bands
Ima flexer I just get the top
I don't have no time
For extra
Then Im on the road
To get it Im on a
Mission
Rolling up this
Loud i aint smoking
On no midget
Said that i couldnt
Do it, you mad cause
I really did it
Do this for my kid
I gots to run up
These digits
Still bounced
Out over east
Wit the gang
I don't mess around
Wit many cause niggas
Lame
Homie you a square
You cant hang around
These parts
KEO the name i
Been dope since
The start
Flexing like you bang
You niggas not havin heart
Gas in the mail
Pull up shop
Bring a cart
Sipping on champagne
And this gas smell
Like a fart
Hoes gone get to running
When they see the gang
Depart
Say yo Main
Hoe say Im hot
But i know she a thot
Never will i ever
Bring these hoes
To the spot
Ima keep on
Stacking up these bands
Til it rot, i don't
Need a little
My niggas i need a lot
Tryna stack up all
These bands i got
To get to the presi
Came out bouncing
Wit the homies know
The streets wasnt ready
Aint no banging on
My line of you not talking
Bout fetti
Got yo hoe all on my top
She say she happy she
Met me sorry baby Im
Just focused on these bands
Aye
Gimme face i dont
Really want yo pants wit the
Homies wit the mob
Wit the clan off top i
Don't really do new friends
What it is la momma
Say Wasshannin
Scrapin up my scratch
Ion bang but niggas stackin
Tryna get to it
So whatchu on
Hit a P to make movements
Baby fine
She wanna sip on my fluids
Ima let her nigga
Talkin down onna homie
You know better nigga
Not only tempos
We change the weather nigga
Pullin the strings
But No japetto nigga
Baby gone shake it
It jiggle jello nigga
Stay on my thizzle
Pedal to metal nigga
Niggas aint on shit
But on dick
When we drop new hits
Nigga leave it to yo bitch
She gabby doug on tips
While you runnin lips
Bitch The forth Clan run chips
And that girl of yo dreams
A nightmare to a pimp
She a queen to a simp
And a slide to me
I only want fetti mail
Or that broccoli
Whichever way it come twenty five eight
Green thumb
Known a make a bitch cum
When the beat drum
Yeah
Tryna stack up all
These bands i got
To get to the presi
Came out bouncing
Wit the homies know
The streets wasn't ready
Aint no banging on
My line of you not talking
Bout fetti
Got yo hoe all on my top
She say she happy she
Met me sorry baby Im
Just focused on these bands
Aye
Gimme face i dont
Really want yo pants, wit the
Homies wit the mob
Wit the clan off top i
Dont really do new friends