Too Easy

Bitch I've been getting to the cheese too easy
That boy better duck when he see me
John Cena Glock that shit too sneaky
Five knuckle shuffle that bitch can't see me
Switched on me homie ain't real like you said to be
But I still get paper steadily
At the party I'm handing out bottles of Hennessy
Cuz I need friends I don't need enemies

Why you spending Pesos up on a bitch
to the money cuz Kayso is on a lick
Wetter than faygo I got the drip
Call me Lays cuz I got the chips
You clearly don't know who you popping with
I ain't hit the vest when I shot at him
I aim for the head cuz we opposite
Last day on earth for him that's an apocalypse
Keep an eye on the stats you can see that I'm coming
Bank account digits is running up
Add the price of my fit and my chain homie sum it up
That's how they know they can't fuck with us
You out here working, you think that you done enough
But nah lil bitch you the runner up
When I spin your block I ain't in a rush
I take my time and my gun is up
When they see my face they be jogging away from me
All of these hoes running track a lot
Can't let em snitch when I'm robbing em or see my face
That is the reason I had a glock
I leave him astral projecting his soul leave his body
We smoking his pack a lot
And I'm like curry cuz when I be sweeping the city
I'm never gon miss a shot

Bitch I've been getting to the cheese too easy
That boy better duck when he see me
John Cena Glock that shit too sneaky
Five knuckle shuffle that bitch can't see me
Switched on me homie ain't real like you said to be
But I still get paper steadily
At the party I'm handing out bottles of Hennessy
Cuz I need friends I don't need enemies

Put a shot in his arm he can't spark a glock
Put a shot in his leg make it hard to walk
Put a shot in his body to start it off
End his misery bullet will spark his top
All my dogs in the field and they bark a lot
Put respect on my name or get carted off
You know I ain't gone be leaving the house
Less the hammer I'm carrying up on my arm is hot
I get high like the top of El Capitan
Like I'm tending a bar you can have a shot
Need a shawty that loyal, I had a thot
She be shaking that ass while I'm flashing rocks
You better put in the work don't be slacking off
Disrespected my homie I had to pop
Put a tec on his chest and he ain't got a vest
So the bullets hit ribs and they crack a lot

Bitch I've been getting to the cheese too easy
That boy better duck when he see me
John Cena Glock that shit too sneaky
Five knuckle shuffle that bitch can't see me
Switched on me homie ain't real like you said to be
But I still get paper steadily
At the party I'm handing out bottles of Hennessy
Cuz I need friends I don't need enemies



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Writer(s): Hunter Fenn
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