1 Too Many
I been getting it on my own
My mom was a Rolling stone
My dad was the plug now that shit n my chromosome
I'm home alone
Sneaking bitches and rarely on the phone
Now I'm popping shit cause I got shit I need focus on
Cause Niggas neva shopped before but ask for a loan 1st
How I'm the one that make the most bread on ya own turf
Shorty at the crib bagging up that's her Home work
Big 40 on her leg she pop out wit the Long skirt
I get on different timing I can put niggas on shirts
These the type of bullets when they hit you it won't hurt
Cause you gone die instantly the second ya dong burst
Ya fam scared your funeral won't be at your own church
Now How the most solid niggas get the most hate
I clocked in broke a p down on my smoke break
I really sold weight still eating off old cake
And keep a couple bitches that I rotate
But I might've had
1 Too many drinks
With 2 many hoes
3 Bitches in here
And you just made it 4
So I might stay another 5
Then I gotta go
See I can help you get it right
Hit me if you need a writer
Me I got alotta stripes
I ain't never seen a tiger
Keep a couple demons hired
When it's smoke just keep ya lighter
I can hop on any mic and turn it to a ring of fire
Burn burn burn
You gone get your turn word to Johnny cash
I'll look for your mom and dad
I'll put them on body bags
I hope you can find the stash
Or I'll let the shotty blast
You'll be thinking it's a game but you might have to buy them back
Niggas say they from the hood but to me you a misfit
The only thing you dream about is strippers and thick chicks
Typa nigga get robbed in broad day wit no biscuit
The plug only rocking wit you cause it was his shit
I'm breaking down the work I like to do division
I get the pack gone so fast I'm just a cool magician
Got your shorty on her knees like I'm the new religion
Nigga I heard you was snitching
Send some shots off thru your kitchen
Think I might had
1 Too many drinks
With too many hoes
3 Bitches in here
And you just made it 4
So I might stay another 5
Then I gotta go
Think I might've had 1 too many drinks
With too many hoes
3 Bitches in here
And you just made it 4
So I might stay another 5
Then I gotta go
Then I gotta go
My mom was a Rolling stone
My dad was the plug now that shit n my chromosome
I'm home alone
Sneaking bitches and rarely on the phone
Now I'm popping shit cause I got shit I need focus on
Cause Niggas neva shopped before but ask for a loan 1st
How I'm the one that make the most bread on ya own turf
Shorty at the crib bagging up that's her Home work
Big 40 on her leg she pop out wit the Long skirt
I get on different timing I can put niggas on shirts
These the type of bullets when they hit you it won't hurt
Cause you gone die instantly the second ya dong burst
Ya fam scared your funeral won't be at your own church
Now How the most solid niggas get the most hate
I clocked in broke a p down on my smoke break
I really sold weight still eating off old cake
And keep a couple bitches that I rotate
But I might've had
1 Too many drinks
With 2 many hoes
3 Bitches in here
And you just made it 4
So I might stay another 5
Then I gotta go
See I can help you get it right
Hit me if you need a writer
Me I got alotta stripes
I ain't never seen a tiger
Keep a couple demons hired
When it's smoke just keep ya lighter
I can hop on any mic and turn it to a ring of fire
Burn burn burn
You gone get your turn word to Johnny cash
I'll look for your mom and dad
I'll put them on body bags
I hope you can find the stash
Or I'll let the shotty blast
You'll be thinking it's a game but you might have to buy them back
Niggas say they from the hood but to me you a misfit
The only thing you dream about is strippers and thick chicks
Typa nigga get robbed in broad day wit no biscuit
The plug only rocking wit you cause it was his shit
I'm breaking down the work I like to do division
I get the pack gone so fast I'm just a cool magician
Got your shorty on her knees like I'm the new religion
Nigga I heard you was snitching
Send some shots off thru your kitchen
Think I might had
1 Too many drinks
With too many hoes
3 Bitches in here
And you just made it 4
So I might stay another 5
Then I gotta go
Think I might've had 1 too many drinks
With too many hoes
3 Bitches in here
And you just made it 4
So I might stay another 5
Then I gotta go
Then I gotta go
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Writer(s): Devante Belcher
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