Not Much
Rouge fiends on the scene but we don't play about it
Smoke green with the team 'til the state surrounded
Check mean when I pull up beaming, making profit
Nose clean tryna give my family all the options
Rouge fiends on the scene but we don't play about it
Smoke screen with the team 'til the state surrounded
Check mean when I pull up beaming making profit
Nose clean tryna give my family all the options
I'll be here to reinvent and not to be a copy, uh
All the time you spent to please it could've be a robbery, uh
All you know is how to vent and give the sloppy toppy, uh
I come back all violent and now no one can stop me, uh
Let me answer all the questions that you don't ask me
I'm sick and tired of the back-n-forth no more dancing
You got a problem I wanna hear it but don't "at" me
Tried to solve 'em but baby needed his fucking nappy
Hey whatcha you doing? Not much
I'm pressing the clutch
Your girly want touch
But I am too much
I'm feeling the rush
Bitch, flick 'til the crutch
Orange soda my crush
I'm filling you up
Hey whatcha you doing? Not much
I'm pressing the clutch
Your girly want touch
But I am too much
I'm feeling the rush
Bitch, flick 'til the crutch
Orange soda my crush
I'm filling you up
I feel a type of way about you muthafuckas
Think you slick but you be hiding under covers
Check your wrist, is it time to kill another?
I could've left but I came back on top of it
You feeling blessed 'cause your girly got promises
So why you text tryna see what the problem is
And now you stressed 'cause she fucking anonymous
A humbled man that's filled with jokes
100 plans but never wrote
Cash in a grand and never boast
Talk trash you can I grab the rope
With the Off Beat Bandit, Lone Gypsees planned it
I'm feeling candid, free fallin', landing
Cut you off I vanish, take off new planet
Stay safe I'll manage, not the one who
Hey whatcha you doing? Not much
I'm pressing the clutch
Your girly want touch
But I am too much
I'm feeling the rush
Bitch, flick 'til the crutch
Orange soda my crush
I'm filling you up
Hey whatcha you doing? Not much
I'm pressing the clutch
Your girly want touch
But I am too much
I'm feeling the rush
Bitch, flick 'til the crutch
Orange soda my crush
I'm filling you up
Smoke green with the team 'til the state surrounded
Check mean when I pull up beaming, making profit
Nose clean tryna give my family all the options
Rouge fiends on the scene but we don't play about it
Smoke screen with the team 'til the state surrounded
Check mean when I pull up beaming making profit
Nose clean tryna give my family all the options
I'll be here to reinvent and not to be a copy, uh
All the time you spent to please it could've be a robbery, uh
All you know is how to vent and give the sloppy toppy, uh
I come back all violent and now no one can stop me, uh
Let me answer all the questions that you don't ask me
I'm sick and tired of the back-n-forth no more dancing
You got a problem I wanna hear it but don't "at" me
Tried to solve 'em but baby needed his fucking nappy
Hey whatcha you doing? Not much
I'm pressing the clutch
Your girly want touch
But I am too much
I'm feeling the rush
Bitch, flick 'til the crutch
Orange soda my crush
I'm filling you up
Hey whatcha you doing? Not much
I'm pressing the clutch
Your girly want touch
But I am too much
I'm feeling the rush
Bitch, flick 'til the crutch
Orange soda my crush
I'm filling you up
I feel a type of way about you muthafuckas
Think you slick but you be hiding under covers
Check your wrist, is it time to kill another?
I could've left but I came back on top of it
You feeling blessed 'cause your girly got promises
So why you text tryna see what the problem is
And now you stressed 'cause she fucking anonymous
A humbled man that's filled with jokes
100 plans but never wrote
Cash in a grand and never boast
Talk trash you can I grab the rope
With the Off Beat Bandit, Lone Gypsees planned it
I'm feeling candid, free fallin', landing
Cut you off I vanish, take off new planet
Stay safe I'll manage, not the one who
Hey whatcha you doing? Not much
I'm pressing the clutch
Your girly want touch
But I am too much
I'm feeling the rush
Bitch, flick 'til the crutch
Orange soda my crush
I'm filling you up
Hey whatcha you doing? Not much
I'm pressing the clutch
Your girly want touch
But I am too much
I'm feeling the rush
Bitch, flick 'til the crutch
Orange soda my crush
I'm filling you up
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Baker
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