Yung Stakks - Overseas

(These K-Star beats)
Hold on, Hold on
Huhh
What's the hold up, Lambo truck
Racks don't fold up (Huhh)
Hold up bitch, do the toe touch
Gone buss it open, turn us both up (Huhh)
All this motherfucking cash on me
Yo bitch gone go for me
Before I had this cash could bag a bitch, just like some groceries
These baddies at the spot, doing they thang
Put on a show for me
And I just smashed a bad ass bitch, think she from overseas
I got a grammy, bagged that bitch out in Miami (Yeah)
Haters can't stand it when the whips come panoramic (Huhh)
Bitches get nasty when they see me they act ratchet (Ratchet)
Ain't talking plastic young nigga talking cash shit (Flflflf beep)
They left a nigga stranded when I ain't have shit (Shit)
I done took this shit beyond average
Trapping hard, now a nigga pass hood rich (Trap)
Them niggas scarred, I done pulled up in some new shit (Skrt)
One trip out to Cali, that's a new wrist (Skrt)
New bitch, I ain't worried bout my old bitch (My old what)
Baby come ride with me them boys ain't on shit (Shit)
Baby come slide with me you the realest in this shit (Huhh)
What's the hold up, Lambo truck
Racks don't fold up (Huhh)
Hold up bitch, do the toe touch
Gone buss it open, turn us both up (Huhh)
All this motherfucking cash on me
Yo bitch gone go for me
Before I had this cash could bag a bitch, just like some groceries
These baddies at the spot, doing they thang
Put on a show for me
And I just smashed a bad ass bitch, think she from overseas

Written by:
Raynard Carlton

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