Too Many Lyrics

Too many Glocks on the Counter

Money is spread all around I'm A count it

Back it up bitch she get louder

Telling me she in to win,

I won't doubt it

Collect a check every hour

Mashing the gas, I'm addicted To sour

Wheels on the coupe make it Tower

She make it move like I'm Whipping the powder

This is napalm

I don't know what they on

This is napalm

Never been what they on

This is Napalm

Hold it down when they gone

This is Napalm

Looking round but they gone

Hold it up, fuck Boy

Niggas don't listen we fold em Up

Always look down When I'm Going up

All on this grass I'm a mow it Up

I like the view it aint new to me

Fast cheddar never slowing up

9's really aint shit to me

11 is right in the cut

Fuck a… 9-5 …. you know I'm All for the bands

Money might rain on hoe, Man, She just doing her dance

Brought the whole crew in da Vans

We dumping then making a Story

Lil momma got yams

Oooh And im on that Every morning

Too many Glocks on the Counter

Money is spread all around I'm A count it

Back it up bitch she get louder

Telling me she in to win,

I won't doubt it

Collect a check every hour

Mashing the gas, I'm addicted To sour

Wheels on the coupe make it Tower

She make it move like I'm Whipping the powder

Move like I'm tripping im sippin Yak

Dippin im hittin while whippin The lac

Bad lil bitch on aq in dat yac

She tryin to break it then make a new back

They try it all but then fail Cant Adapt

Getting them up and then off of The map

This aint no trap, bitch its bando

Holdin that mac

Imma feel like a Rambo

Better the bitch I equip

The iller the coup imma get

Now these hoes will Get sick

Shame I ain't talking bout women

These Niggas will bleed if they Could

I got green for the goods

I ain't been down in a minute

I'm swinging I'm killing the inning

nigga what's good

Takin off look kind of lambo

Everytime I hit her angles

Just for the gang tho