TOO FAR

What's with bitches taking things too far
They be keying up your car
Toss your shit into some tar
Gash your flesh up with a shard
Bitch, don't make me raise the bar to ten
Tempts you to hit the bar again
Or start floating off a bar of Xan
Truth in every bar I land

I play these bitches like a Nintendo Switch
All I know is gettin' rich
I know your bitch ass can't switch up on my crew
We've got a couple of sticks too
Back then we was sellin' them bricks
To some weird motherfuckers who claimed they dumbass needed to get a quick fix
Ate that pussy with some chopsticks
You ain't talkin' 'bout that money
Then you know we switching topics
You know I get it poppin'
Gotta sell and get me a profit
Gonna load my gun and cock it
Bitches really outta pocket
And you know her ass was toxic
Gettin' sick of these hoes
But can't stop dickin' these hoes
Put a clip in this hoe
Gorilla grip on this hoe
She said she wanna fuck
I said I want her to suck
Lay her flat like a puck
But I'm tryna hear gluck

What's with bitches taking things too far
They be keying up your car
Toss your shit into some tar
Gash your flesh up with a shard
Bitch, don't make me raise the bar to ten
Tempts you to hit the bar again
Or start floating off a bar of Xan
Truth in every bar I land

I'm sick of half these girls
Make my sanity fuckin' swirl
And my stomach starts to twirl
When I think of them I hurl
It ain't all of them for sure I'll say
Cause some deserve the world
And to me that shit ain't plural
Only one can take the pearls
You doing too much
And I ain't ruthless too much
But I would send yo ass to hell
Then go and pull me some lunch
My insults do pack a punch
Give you a threatening hunch
And I would do something if I wanted to
The music can touch
Words can hit brutally or beautifully
You'll drool and act stupidly
Or truly be lured to me
Cause music is a cure indeed
Unless you're writing uselessly
All my lyrics are true to me
Half of these fuckin' sad songs are derivatives of Lucid Dreams
Milkin' out Juice it seems
Intolerant to new breeds
Of Hip-Hop, hope it chooses me
So I'm no human being
I got a chance to be like Tunechi Li
Ice Cube, B.I.G
Or the O.G. who's notorious as white and undefeated
In conclusion, I got off track
But if I wouldn't blow your back out
Best not call my phone back now
Only got a few tracks out
With this EP gotta pack now
Oh he's sad now
Oh he's mad now
Bitch and who's gon' get the bag now

What's with bitches taking things too far
They be keying up your car
Toss your shit into some tar
Gash your flesh up with a shard
Bitch, don't make me raise the bar to ten
Tempts you to hit the bar again
Or start floating off a bar of Xan
Truth in every bar I land



Credits
Writer(s): Parker Chilson
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