Do 2 Much

I ain't never stressin
Heard ya dissin
Got ya message homie
Tell me why you plexin
Takin' my kindness for weakness
fuck it
Tie them youngest
To the granny
Wok Street the cat
Chicken from scratch
That's a good batch
Get a Santa Claus sack
Switch up the game
Got her payin for the dicc
Strike yo hoe broke
Now recruiting for the next
Lil Shardae da pack
Beat the bitch up
Yup
She throat that dick
Till she hiccup
Answer my phone
Tell yo bitch to pull up
You pay for the troubles
She pay me to fuck
The streets for the title
The bitch is a rental
Spend bands on da bitch
But no Audi
A lemon
Strike the hoe card
Swiper with no limit
Bands to the plug
And bands to my children

Brinks Bagg Bre say
I do too much
My baby mama say
I don't do enough
I done built a lil' bitch
From the ground up
Now
No love
For these sluts
Mak'em pay to feel loved
You don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Boxes toucdown
I don't owe a nigga nothin
Tucked
In a plastic wrapped couch
Don't touch
South Dallas drop
Don't do too much
Brinks Bagg Bre say
I do too much
My baby mama say
I don't do enough
I done built a lil' bitch
From the ground up
Now
No love
For these sluts
Mak'em pay to feel loved
You don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Boxes toucdown
I don't owe a nigga nothin
Tucked
In a plastic wrapped couch
Don't touch
South Dallas drop
Don't do too much

Cough from the dope
He spit out his dentures
Shit strong as coke
It can
Clean some windows
Trackin' numbers
And orders shippin
Stars strikin
But my partner pimpin
White truck
Four tires
Stamped with a bird
That's my bestie
Pussy nigga
Bet not test me
Last was a dreadhead
Left him dreadless
Blocc lives
Ima rep it
Big fish
In my section
Can't nobody out finesse me
Mob ties
With the felons
Count the money
Then it's vacuum sealed
Left foot marchin
But it's not a drill
Child support talkin
Bout niggas I killed
And boomin' Becky
In and out of the field
Fuck that pussy
Bitch I'm chasin' the pape
He play for both
So nigga watch
What you say
Juking and jivin
All over the place
Don't say with your chest
What you won't
To my face
Cone repellent
Bitch I can't be replaced
Bitches still struck
From back in the day
Fast shippin
Ándale
Ándale
No matter the weather
It ain't no delay

Brinks Bagg Bre say
I do too much
My baby mama say
I don't do enough
I done built a lil' bitch
From the ground up
Now
No love
For these sluts
Mak'em pay to feel loved
You don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Boxes toucdown
I don't owe a nigga nothin
Tucked
In a plastic wrapped couch
Don't touch
South Dallas drop
Don't do too much
Brinks Bagg Bre say
I do too much
My baby mama say
I don't do enough
I done built a lil' bitch
From the ground up
Now
No love
For these sluts
Mak'em pay to feel loved
You don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Boxes toucdown
I don't owe a nigga nothin
Tucked
In a plastic wrapped couch
Don't touch
South Dallas drop
Don't do too much



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Writer(s): Edward Walker
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