doin 2 much Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, c'mon

I bring sand uh, uh

I bring sand to the beach

I fly bitches on em, yeah, up on a plane

Yeah, yeah

I bring sand to the beach

I fly hoes on a plane

You buy bitches naked pictures

How the fuck you don't think you lame

Oversized Prada glasses

Block the sun, protect my face

Stupid bitch got blackout drunk

Around some strangers, then got raped

What the fuck, he scaring the hoes bad

He Jason without the mask

What the fuck, I then made 300 bands

Just sittin' off my ass

What the fuck, I gotta clean my cash

I'm scammin' and sellin' bags

It ain't enough, gotta fall back

You actin' like a fan, you doin' too much

I don't like postin' on my page

Feel like my likes don't be enough

That sundress cool but I like it

When you wear them tights, that make it cuff

He ain't even make it to the precinct

He was talkin' when he got cuffed

Always been a fly nigga with them hoes

I ain't never cared about being tough

Niggas really cuffin' hoes and shit

It's me, I'm niggas

Bitch you not no prize

You got way too many bodies

At the Enterprise with fake ID

Let's get it poppin'

Add a auto primary to get my credit higher

Bitch, you still got that gut

What happened to that fuckin' diet

This nigga broke, but don't want a job

You need to fuckin' try it

Whoa, Cybertruck, sitting too high

Can't barely fuckin' drive it

I'm in the Bahamas on an island

And I'm flyin' private

I bring sand to the beach

I fly hoes on a plane

You buy bitches naked pictures

How the fuck you don't think you lame

Oversized Prada glasses

Block the sun, protect my face

Stupid bitch got blackout drunk

Around some strangers, then got raped

What the fuck, he scaring the hoes bad

He Jason without the mask

What the fuck, I then made 300 bands

Just sittin' off my ass

What the fuck, I gotta clean my cash

I'm scammin' and sellin' bags

It ain't enough, gotta fall back

You actin' like a fan, you doin' too much

If I post her on my Insta

Then you know I like her

If I post her in a close friend's

Then I just one night her

I'm the shit like diaper

Roll the wood, get high as Eiffel

My potna said he got a striker

I'm tryin' to buy a striker

He found out his bitch was a piper

He went and grabbed a rifle

He threw his whole life away

Now his ass a lifer

He was a certified lover boy

He was not a fighter

He crashed out behind a bitch

That ain't care about the title