Too Much - Rah Swish, Bizzy Banks

Nine shots in a Ruger

I step on court, they like watch the fuckin shooter

(you niggas better structure the fuck up)

Them niggas talkin too much

I’m tryna off em too much

They said I be flossin too much

I be with bosses too much

Royce got a coffin too much

I get it often too much

She wanna pause shit too much

Them niggas frauding too much

Too much

Too much

I get to spazzin too much

I’m with the action too much

I keep a ratchet too much

I be in traffic too much

Percocet habits too much

I make it happen too much

I’m changing my name to too much

Glock got a beamer, ruler

I be with lifters, movers

Givin em thirty, Luka

Ready for war then suit up

I got a treesh she too much

I never eated school lunch

But she good with the kids, school bus

In and outta the state cause I been moving hot

I might catch em and trip out to Cancun

Watch em twirl and drop, I don’t know if the nigga got shot

Or he bussin a dance move

Make him wild out on woo

I got the juice

She do her thing on the dance floor

No this ain’t nothin new

You know the rules, girl what you still got on pants for

Get money, top dollar the motivation

Got this bitch on her heels like she rollerblading

I’m outside every day, still got it on me

Moving like I don’t got open cases

Baby you gotta dip ain’t no overstaying

She get cab and get dick, but get no relations

Pull a scar when he bluffing, he poker facing

Last nigga got hit and wrote a statement

I gotta have it, I swear I’m feening to blast it

For any fuck niggas that chattin

Boy why you lackin

Bitch watch the gang what I’m jackin

Fanny pack not for the fashion, nigga I’m mackin

Big 38 in the jacket, that’s what I pick for the action

If I yell out 'what's crackin', demon gon hop out and splash him

He sending bullets like madden

My niggas raising the murder rate

She get shot in her face if she jack what he jackin

My niggas scorin like Golden State, I know that boy mad that we caught him

lackin

We sent him right up the interface, go search up my chargers you see what happen

We turnt that boy to a dinner plate, after I fuck her I gotta skate

I swear she told me I’m the best, she told me go deeper my foot on her neck

I’m pulling her hair through the sex, I nut in her mouth I can’t make a mess

She heard a nigga up next, but I’m still in the hood finessin these checks

The opps know that I’m a threat, so they ducking that action ain’t tryna be

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