Too Easy Lyrics

We up in VIP, you hope for the guest list

Hop up in Louis, drop racks on the best shit

Bro poured some Wock, said he need him a beverage

I might go run up that bag for some leverage

I'ma go run that bag up

Bentley truck got the cam when it back up

I don't do shit but stack up

Coming for me, bitch, you going to need back up

Hit em with the left hook, bitch, put ya hands up

Hit em with the right then switch my stance up

We be at the top, been the ones that you can't touch

Louis belt on my fucking waist hold my pants up

Louis belt or the damn BB

You was talking shit, bitch, I got receipts

You ain't on shit, bitch, my wrist fiji

Add up the digits, shit is too easy

I don't do shit except go get it

Run up the bag, you really got no fitness

Down bad, you got no bitches

When I pop out I'ma show riches

I'ma throw the bag right to my bro, no low pitches

Too cold, got no sickness

Why you talking bout me but you got no business

You got banned from yo city and got homesickness

I'ma kill shit, don't tell em what the motive is

Got a lot but it's still more to get

You don't do shit, just hope and shit

You ain't finna blow, you just hold the stick, yeah

If they talk bout me, bitch, I'm known for outspokenness, yeah

Like a grizzly bear and you poking it

Hop in, beat his ass, like it's Volk in it

When I step in, little bitch, it's a goat in it

Ain't fucking with gold and shit, needing them diamonds

Pulled up in the big body whining, yeah

You ain't on shit, not timing

You trying to talk shit but that shit ain't even rhyming

All of these diamonds, they be hitting, they shining

Rocking Arc'teryx, mountain climbing

Kick back, lil bitch, I'm reclining

Get my own bag, lil bitch, I ain't signing

Lil S0K0 goated, you should already know the shit

Pop out, I'm shining, I know your bitch notice it

Beat this shit up, okay, I got to focus, bitch

You ain't gon' bang it, you just finna hold the stick

When I walk in you should know it's a goat in it

Why is you talking, bitch, you is not knowing shit

I'ma keep grinding, bitch, I cannot slow for shut

Hop in a SRT, where is we going bitch

Hop in, yes, finna take off

We pulled up and you ran like Jake Paul

Pull up on us, we finna beat the brakes off

Moving so solo, I cut all the lames off

People switched up, shit ain't the same now

People they talking and switching for fame now

Big body coupe, pulling that Range out

Different whip, lil bitch, might change out

Crazy coupe, lanes we switch

Staying down it made me rich

Fuck you if you hate me, bitch

Got CDG on, can't play me, bitch

We some giants y'all on baby shit

I get racks on the daily, bitch

You talking it don't faze me, kid

We do shit, ain't got to say we did