Over Do It (feat. Derek Minor)

Ball game, I'm Sammy Sosa with the work, that's a home run (Safe)

You know we acting up, matter of a fact

We jack, beat em to a pulp with they own drums

I might just over do it, bring the AK40 cannon, busting, I go dumb

Coming with it the snare and hi-hats, I'm crashing the party with four nuns

Take a skillet and fry and egg on these artists, they scrambling to hide from us

I might just over do it with dancers hitting high notes Chris Brown-ing on 'em

I wonder how they get it with a sign up on 'em

Whenever coming up with the rhythm I'm a wild up on 'em

And God gave me the gift to shine brighter than so much of you haters in the game

'Cause I'm styilin' on you

Touchdown, open wide at the gates

I'm coming, breaking records, get the crates

Hold on, hold on, hold on, stand up over there, that's okay

Right there, 'cause I don't stand with the snakes

Again and again

And even Derek thought he got me when sending over this heater

Oh, believing that he had a win

That's foolish, whenever coming on the track with the killer cannon

I'm coming to put the bullets in 'em, get the funeral

If you don't know, you'd better ask somebody

When I come with the squad getting ignorant for no reason

Boy, I might over do it

I might over bruise and make it hard for you to breathe in

Just know that when you steppin' in mi casa

They say that I'm to extra that's my problem

Word up on the street is that you knew this

They look at me, oh no, oh, I knew it

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I just mixed the Red Bull with the Five Hour

If the bass is not distorted, turn my music louder

At the front row of my show then you gon' need a shower

'Cause the turn up prolly last until they cut the power

Lately I been spazzing every single beat

If you can't see, here's some Visine

Try me, please try me, I might over do it

Well done, till he say well done, over do it

I'm a pull up, like I'm finna to do a drive by, like it's '99

Like it's boys in the hood when they shot Ricky, bye bye

Oh my, I blend these styles like tie dye

Every hater, they get high fives

Reflect greatness, that's why I shine

Cannon RMG, that's my guy

You can't stop us, tell us why try minor

Just know that when you steppin' in mi casa

They say that I'm too extra that's my problem

Word up on the street is that you knew this

They look at me, oh no, oh I knew it

He might over do it, over do it, over do it

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