2 Much
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it
Boom, boom, boom (ayy)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayy, VVS you forgot to hit
Ayy, ayy, pass me that Belaire right there
I got too much goin' on
I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song
Walked through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own
I run with K, I'm just tryna make it home
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it
I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies
I don't need no motherfuckin' co-signing
I get fly on my lonely with no co-pilots
Don't know 'bout it
I got all these bitches, I don't know 'bout them
I been wanted to quit, but I ain't throw the towel in (yeah)
Now look at the jet, now I got million-dollar deals (yeah)
I won't air ball, swear I'm gon' hit 'em by the rim
I'm on Addеrall, I fell in love with how it feel
Gotta keep the tool, I feel in lovе with how it drill (yeah)
Hot, cut the fan on, it's not a fire drill (ayy)
Hot, cut the fan on, could show you how I live (ayy)
Hot, cut the fan on, could show you how it feel
I do not cut the fan on 'cause I ain't got no chill
You can't touch it like you Cosby 'cause you ain't got no bills (yeah)
Still had to leave that lil' hoe in the rear
Do you remem'? I told all you niggas this my year
Twenty-fifth, I'm out-rappin' these niggas like a gift
But still, they ain't real, they don't feel how I feel
They don't feel how I feel
Oh, they don't feel how I feel
I ain't even trippin' 'bout, ayy, I'm tryna get a nigga killed
Ayy, but Lil Trap told me to chill
Ayy, I swear this rappin' is my gift, hobby
These rappers, they don't want me chillin' in the lobby
I just want them M's, I ain't lovin' on nobody
I got too much goin' on (too much)
I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song (talkin' 'bout pain)
Walked through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own (walked through the rain)
I run with K, I'm just tryna make it home (I run with K)
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it (his respect)
I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies (don't know these men)
I don't need no motherfuckin' co-signing (don't need no co)
I get fly on my lonely with no co-pilots
Boom, boom, boom (ayy)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayy, VVS you forgot to hit
Ayy, ayy, pass me that Belaire right there
I got too much goin' on
I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song
Walked through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own
I run with K, I'm just tryna make it home
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it
I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies
I don't need no motherfuckin' co-signing
I get fly on my lonely with no co-pilots
Don't know 'bout it
I got all these bitches, I don't know 'bout them
I been wanted to quit, but I ain't throw the towel in (yeah)
Now look at the jet, now I got million-dollar deals (yeah)
I won't air ball, swear I'm gon' hit 'em by the rim
I'm on Addеrall, I fell in love with how it feel
Gotta keep the tool, I feel in lovе with how it drill (yeah)
Hot, cut the fan on, it's not a fire drill (ayy)
Hot, cut the fan on, could show you how I live (ayy)
Hot, cut the fan on, could show you how it feel
I do not cut the fan on 'cause I ain't got no chill
You can't touch it like you Cosby 'cause you ain't got no bills (yeah)
Still had to leave that lil' hoe in the rear
Do you remem'? I told all you niggas this my year
Twenty-fifth, I'm out-rappin' these niggas like a gift
But still, they ain't real, they don't feel how I feel
They don't feel how I feel
Oh, they don't feel how I feel
I ain't even trippin' 'bout, ayy, I'm tryna get a nigga killed
Ayy, but Lil Trap told me to chill
Ayy, I swear this rappin' is my gift, hobby
These rappers, they don't want me chillin' in the lobby
I just want them M's, I ain't lovin' on nobody
I got too much goin' on (too much)
I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song (talkin' 'bout pain)
Walked through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own (walked through the rain)
I run with K, I'm just tryna make it home (I run with K)
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it (his respect)
I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies (don't know these men)
I don't need no motherfuckin' co-signing (don't need no co)
I get fly on my lonely with no co-pilots
Credits
Writer(s): Javarri Walker, Ty George, Isaac Davis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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