overlord (feat. Young Pump) lyrics

I love the bad weather I got the world in my hand It's not enough, no With all the things that you do I cut my feelings in two I only battle myself I am the shadow of death Ahahaha Hoffa is back again Back from the dead and I'm up to bat again Mad hatter rapping like he from Manhattan Do me wrong, I don't bother, I know karma coming back to them Man You don't really want talk You just want to vent Your problems all will come back if you let it If you wanna argue bout it then I'm apathetic I heard the bitch went back Think that's pathetic You can lead a horse to water But you can't just tell it I might just Fuck on her friend just for fun For the hell of it You might also like Have you been to wonderland? There's lots of toys and ice cream stands All the rides are 50 cents So take those ladies, all you gents! Been uppin' the score We been on the triple double Comfortably living? You been living in a bubble When the dust settles Y'all be sifting through the rubble I be uppin my clippa if a nigga want trouble Bubble bass, my bitch got a fat ass! YP and JC like ye and Jay-z Lame mufuckas got the same style as me And my pants don't lie and you know that's fire Lighting gas, I'm a known gaslighter Don't let it pass by ya I'm flier than darth vader on a tie fighter All black fit like I'm fighting vampires When you're down see if she'll stand by ya Only finna look down 'cause we can't go higher I ain't entertaining any bitch tryna gaslight I'm smoking right Smoking opps out a crack pipe Magic marker rap I'm performing with a blacklight You don't know shit about me, get yo facts right All shall bend at my will I'm going in for the kill Some things are better unsaid I think I'm better off dead With all the things that you do I cut my feelings in two I only battle myself I am the shadow of death Is you reppin' Democrips or Rebluddicans? I don't give a fuck unless I'm getting rubberbands Since when you give a fuck about the sums and the dividends? Since getting some put me on the up and up again I cook a nigga chicken pot pie Rock the boat like I'm left eye I'ma sidestep a motherfucker Tryna act like we tight Tell me that he wanna make up for lost times I think you meant your lost dimes Why you think you're entitled to anything that's mine I'm rippin' that drum if he really a bitch By definition of the word, you is really a bitch I drive em round, pay for food You would call me a pimp I just kick em to the curb And they said that I switched up They couldn't test me if they had em a piss cup Have you been to wonderland? There's lots of toys and ice cream stands All the rides are 50 cents So take those ladies, all you gents! Smoking black and milds Going dumb Going stupid Diddy touching kids And the one who made the blueprint Got pulled over 'Cause my windows got two tint I'm too turnt, if you hit My block then we hooping Man fuck these bastards Hop up on the track and it's mastered Fists to your face, cocked it back Then he smacked her Turn around with the blaster Guns make a nigga MC² That's a factor Cornered like a bitch There is no one you reach out to Press 1 for the opps Press 2 for more options And 3 for the ones that just talk and don't stop You cannot turn a bop to a christian Listen Pussy can't buy you no pill, bitch you wishin I know these motherless fucks up to something 99 problems but hova got a hundred I know three bitches checked question one hundred Hoes fuckin', oh my God, that's disgusting! All shall bend at my will I'm going in for the kill Some things are better unsaid I think I'm better off dead With all the things that you do I cut my feelings in two I only battle myself I am the shadow of death