Too Much

Don't think about it too much
This shit going up
She had drank a lil too much now she throwing up
Everywhere we go up in our town they starting to know it us
Even when they try to count me out they still know what's up
These niggas keep on hating
She say I'm under rated
She don't like to fuck slow she like to fast pace it
I need me a fast car so I could drag race it
I ain't slept in two days cause I been bag chasing
She just popped a tab she wanna go stargazing
My bitch look so foreign they be asking if she Asian
Everywhere we go they be asking if we made it
I'm still working just tell me the cost and Imma pay it
I been posted with the troops
Point me to the loot
Tell me what it do
Tell me what it do
Told your bitch to come inside and she getting loose
But you can't come on our side who the fuck is you?
I got glock on my side
I got guap on my mind
I got thots on my line but I can't give them time
She say she want be mine but I can't make her mine
Got damn I want them both like I can't make my mind
Last bitch I gave my heart tried to fuck with my mind
Last bitch I gave my heart tried to fuck with my time
I just ran outta drugs plug called just in time
I got red lean in my cup she want some red wine
I been posted with them grave diggers from the Stateline
And they'll probably dig a grave a nigga try to take mine
Ain't no nickelodeon but I been with my slime
Somewhere getting higher you know I be on the rise

I'm still posted with the troops
Point me to the loot
Tell me what it do
Tell me what it do
Told your bitch to come inside and she getting loose
But you can't come on our side who the fuck is you?



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Bankston Jr
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