Too Much
(专辑: Black Sheep 2 - 2015)
Bag up the
zippy, I'm going hippy The
dope is so butter, it's Jiffy I
got here quickly so now I'm gon' be here til 2050 So please don't fuck with me, I'm high The
streets full of snakes Gotta move through them swiftly Most people are sheeps And for that reason there, I
am forever trippy Back to work then I'm out the
house Counted out so many times, couldn't count the
doubt Got two bad bitches giving mouth to mouth I'm feeling like the
hottest rapper ever out the
South Like Wayne, Trae, Pimp C, without the
clout I'ma serve the
whole city, pull 'em out the
drought They never on, when they out, they out They talking like what they 'bout, they 'bout They really lost, they without the
route Always doing too much Bitches in the
city always tryna pursue us I
just poured a
hunnid dollar lean inside of two cups Fuck the
other side, know somebody wanna shoot us We don't be with broke boys who ain't ever knew us We ain't out beefing with the
broke boys I
just pulled up in a
Rolls Royce Birdman gave me no choice Smoke one, let these hoes rotate like the
wheel I'm so high, I
ain't ever coming down off the
hill I
don't touch the
lean 'less I
bust that bitch out the
seal I
just fucked two hoes, I
don't give a
fuck how they feel Swear I
never call too much My homie on the
pill doing too much We at the
trap house moving too much Bitches on my phone always doing too much Those who got the
most to say never really do much I
swear they doing too much Yeah, somebody run the
city, I'm like, "Who us?" When it come to the
weed, to the
money, to the
pussy I
could never have too much Left out the
crib then came back in a
Bentley Bad bitches tempt me Second I
give in, she know I
ain't fucking her gently Devilish smile, but got the
voice of an angel I
don't know who sent me Looked in my closet I'm thinking 'bout swapping all the
shit I
got for Givenchy Live by the
code, I'm da Vinci Stay with the
blade on me, think that I'm Kenshin Pop me a
shroom, now I'm jumping dimensions Got these hoes all in my mentions, may be a
mile from inches Pouring up the
Hennessy I
don't need no one to tell me that's the
remedy Some of these rappers really not who they pretend to be Don't need to meet 'em, feel it all in they energy I
can see the
signs, man, it's all in assembly Hit the
homie Plies and we draw on the
enemy I
ain't got the
time, I'm trying to stall what is meant to be Every time I
drop it's like the
song of the
century Talking 'bout the
greatest and you flawed not to mention me Fuck it though, we ain't out beefing with the
broke boys I'ma pull up in a
Rolls Royce Birdman gave me no choice Smoke one, let these hoes rotate like the
wheel I'm so high, I
ain't ever coming down off the
hill I
don't touch the
lean 'less I
bust that bitch out the
seal I
just fucked two hoes, I
don't give a
fuck how they feel Swear I
never call too much My homie on the
pill doing too much We at the
trap house moving too much Bitches on my phone always doing too much Those who got the
most to say never really do much I
swear they doing too much Yeah, somebody run the
city, I'm like, "Who us?" When it come to the
weed, to the
money, to the
pussy I
could never have too much Black Sheep fucking 2
Yeah, we ain't doing none of that fake shit no more No more fake chains, no more fake rappers No more fake money, fake relationships Just us