TOO MUCH
Sippin' on this Dr. Pepper out the Chick-fila-A cup, out the Chick-fil-A cup
This beat kinda hard though
Dude, I fuck with the melody bruh
Here hold on, hold on, hold on
Let's go
The mel-the melody on this beat kinda hard though
Like we playing Uno imma go and pull your card hoe (bitch)
I'm going real far hoe and they say that I cuss too much
(But I don't give a fuck), I think I'm running it up too much
Just made 4 songs in 4 days, 3 girls wanna 4 way (What?)
I had to tell em no way, I eat the beat like gourmet (Ok)
I don't think there's more to say, I've already said enough (Uh-huh)
Stomp on his face like "I don't think we fucked up his head enough" (Bitch)
I be cruisin', I be rollin', I be thumpin', and these people talking 'bout me (What?)
But these people don't mean nothing
They be bluffin', they be pussy (Nope)
3 years deep I ain't no fucking rookie
I got hella flows that these motherfuckers all took from me (Bitch)
You-you can see it in my eyes just a quick glance when you look at me (What?)
I do not put up with all of fuckery (Nope)
I couldn't, even if I wanted to (Nope)
I'm working for that bag, who else is doing that, not you (Bitch)
They say I be yelling on my adlibs too much
(But I don't give a fuck bitch, I don't give a fuck)
Uh, this that shit that you can mosh to
Hop in the pit
(Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt) finna hop in the whip
(I don't think there's more to say, I've already said enough)
(Stomp on his face like "I don't think we fucked up his head enough")
Me-me-me and my team like the Bengals we ballin' (What?)
You better come get your shawty she keep callin' (What?)
I just heard your tape and that shit was appalling (What?)
(Clap, clap, clap, clap)
Your girl is applauding me, ugh (Ok)
The mel-the melody on this beat kinda hard though
Like we playing Uno imma go and pull your card hoe (Huh?)
I'm going real far hoe and they say that I cuss too much
(But I don't give a fuck) I think I'm running it up too much
Just made 4 songs in 4 days, 3 girls wanna 4 way
I had to tell em no way, I eat the beat like gourmet
I don't think there's more to say, I've already said enough
Stomp on his face like "I don't think we fucked up his head enough" (Bitch)
This beat kinda hard though
Dude, I fuck with the melody bruh
Here hold on, hold on, hold on
Let's go
The mel-the melody on this beat kinda hard though
Like we playing Uno imma go and pull your card hoe (bitch)
I'm going real far hoe and they say that I cuss too much
(But I don't give a fuck), I think I'm running it up too much
Just made 4 songs in 4 days, 3 girls wanna 4 way (What?)
I had to tell em no way, I eat the beat like gourmet (Ok)
I don't think there's more to say, I've already said enough (Uh-huh)
Stomp on his face like "I don't think we fucked up his head enough" (Bitch)
I be cruisin', I be rollin', I be thumpin', and these people talking 'bout me (What?)
But these people don't mean nothing
They be bluffin', they be pussy (Nope)
3 years deep I ain't no fucking rookie
I got hella flows that these motherfuckers all took from me (Bitch)
You-you can see it in my eyes just a quick glance when you look at me (What?)
I do not put up with all of fuckery (Nope)
I couldn't, even if I wanted to (Nope)
I'm working for that bag, who else is doing that, not you (Bitch)
They say I be yelling on my adlibs too much
(But I don't give a fuck bitch, I don't give a fuck)
Uh, this that shit that you can mosh to
Hop in the pit
(Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt) finna hop in the whip
(I don't think there's more to say, I've already said enough)
(Stomp on his face like "I don't think we fucked up his head enough")
Me-me-me and my team like the Bengals we ballin' (What?)
You better come get your shawty she keep callin' (What?)
I just heard your tape and that shit was appalling (What?)
(Clap, clap, clap, clap)
Your girl is applauding me, ugh (Ok)
The mel-the melody on this beat kinda hard though
Like we playing Uno imma go and pull your card hoe (Huh?)
I'm going real far hoe and they say that I cuss too much
(But I don't give a fuck) I think I'm running it up too much
Just made 4 songs in 4 days, 3 girls wanna 4 way
I had to tell em no way, I eat the beat like gourmet
I don't think there's more to say, I've already said enough
Stomp on his face like "I don't think we fucked up his head enough" (Bitch)
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Writer(s): William Calvert
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