Too Much pt. 1 ft. Xmth Lyrics

Yeah

All day I smoke on a low (niggas is doing too much)

Your bitch she got a disease (niggas is doing too much)

Balling when rolling with me (niggas is doing too much)

Stay lit composed (niggas is doing too much)

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

You niggas are doing too much

Ozzy he doing the most

It's funny you not in the cut

Y'all need a better approach

I gotta stay on my toes

I can not feed on applauds

Your girl she got a disease

I might just double the dose

I need to get paid et cetera

I gotta focus I ain't letting up

I see me some bands, Fetty Wap

How they stick around? It's crazy huh

I don't care about you people

You don't treat me as an equal

I'm done with love it's illegal

If I shot my shot that's a free throw

I gotta have it its obvious

Forget the fame you just popular

They searching for you but im popping up

How I'm gonna make it? dummy luck

Damn it man this shit is crazy

None of your bullshit can phase me

All these dudes sending threats

I just stare in amazement

All day I smoke on a low (niggas is doing too much)

Your bitch she got a disease (niggas is doing too much)

Balling when rolling with me (niggas is doing too much)

Stay lit composed (niggas is doing too much)

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

Niggas is doing too much

With the gang and I smoke strong

Milky way when I do bongs

Shit tricky steez spicy

Headlock don't need keys

Feeling my kicks, Brue Lee

Too stoned exotic trees

Soft niggas gone catch Zzz

Nowadays I do me

Looking at you like who this?

Nah nigga what's your motive

That's a right hook, Fury

Yeah nigga sorry not sorry

Do that shake, Harlem

I go first like Adam

Give all praise to Allah

As-salamu alaykum

Keep pushing on your worst days

Paranoid but I can't stop

Its written dawg elevating my niggas

Been friends since old days

Is you a friend or you's a fiend?

Don't trust niggas that chase trends

Couple things I let God handle

We connect like C-cable

Can't you see that I'm pissed off

Shouldn't be yours you reaching mad science like Kirchhoff

All my dawgs is eating

Make sure my name is outta your mouth

Make sure my track is all on your ear

You talking bout money that's what I'm about

You talking that smack we sending you out

Looking at you like who this?

Nah nigga what's your motive

That's a right hook, Fury

Yeah nigga sorry not sorry

Do that shake, Harlem

I go first like Adam

Give all praise to Allah

As-salamu alaykum