Overload J Neat (Ft. Why G)

[Chorus: J Neat]
Cro don't talk just up that pole, uh
Crazy he always on go
He got a body he want some more, uh
Demons deep on the north
Just like Kodak know that he tote, uh
Up in the station they fold
Feel like the Narco’s whippin' the dope, uh
I put my wrist on the stove
I get it in I need me a load
I get the work straight off the boat
She got your back and I'm bending the toast
Money been calling so I gotta go
I’m making plays I feel like the coach
He never trap like what did you sold?
Soap on the scale that's overload
Getting these hunnids that's all I know

[Verse 1: J Neat]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
I need some ice can't blow my wrist
Still in my bag got these niggas pissed
If you gon' shoot you better not brick
Youngins on the block they still call in sick
If we drive through we parking that whip
Two fifties and a thirty in the clip, uh, uh