Over Drive - Jr Writer, 40 CAL

Look I been fresher another trend setter

It’s getting cold let’s hit Pelle I need ten leathers

Prick it’s a fact I trick not a stack

Walk right up in the showroom give me a rap

Look I do commercials for them I ain’t giving them jack

Matter of fact get to the back find this one in black

Soon as you find this one in white that’s it it’s a wrap

Then I give him some dap and skip to the lac that’s that

Dummy I rides and front on these guys

Who wanna get high but ain’t got the money to fly

I tour G-4's just to get the best of life

You extra tight on the back of a connecting flight

I was born a spitta you’re not at all a thriller

We watch your videos like look at this corny nigga

Ask your mother youngin she just love the gunnin

Yeah I’m in the door but the whore keep me up and coming

Now the ducking from me your whole team is garbage

But back to ya mom she let my whole team menage it

Me and my man tag up like a graffiti artist

Out in the public we should have caught graffiti charges

Topped off quick cause R get impatient

Plus she ain’t that bad of a barbie to be chasing

She slob me till I’m shaking aching

Fatigue on her knees no standing like a parking regulation

I’m harder than the pavement paving what you tracks are headed

You couldn’t get that weight off with some calistenics

I put the track in medic nigga who is better

After my first eight sit it on the stretcher

I skid off with your heffa who sit upon the pecker

My earrings looking like they done sent them from the mecca

That’s ocean blue hoe it’s true I do what I suppose to do

What I had to throw is oop this’ll cost a rose or two

I’m that coke or fry something for your nose to try

JR Writer get ready to go in overdrive

The spot pumping they coming to buy raw

Cop the gators crocodile hunter would die for

Rush the club bouncing out fronting on five more

F*ck'em ride around run in the side door

I’m who the dimes call chasing a thug

Back of the mansion we living out flavor of love

Cause when I be in the spot they say it’s a flood

You think I roll with indians the way it rain in the club

Twenties Fifties Benjies ten G’s official

You throwing up singles ya’ll niggas making it drizzle

I’m what you call thug

Get two door porsche love

Spell nice like the initials of the new york sports club

I told you they washed up what you call soft scrub

Scarface jacuzzi while you crawl in a small tub

I’m with the young niggas young joc to young dro

Not the new jay-z but the young hov

Young jeezy to the young mase

So I had no choice to put on my man young ace

Young one not the young guns

Where the dum dums go blum blum

From the gutta where I come from

Got bills that bill for real for real

My whip cost seven digits that’s a meal on wheels

But it’s not a food truck is it the feel for shields

Seeing reflection on the bent through the silver grill

With the tech work I’m riding I’m a expert at wildin

Whole city behind me like my network verizon

Head first sweat shirt bed nurse beside him

Red dirt dead jerk with lead squirting out him