Too Much Lyrics

Ayo i pull up in the S420

Could tell the way I look a nigga smell like money

I’m fresher than a mothafuckin peppermint

Butta timbs laced on my feet, hitting the town for the freaks where they at though?

I met shorty uptown

She wanna know my government and who I’m really fucking with it

I told her Shhhh pipe down

Girl, you ain’t even gotta know that much

Just wanna bend ya over, eat ya pussy, get up in the guts, what’s up?

I’m a freak baby, let’s spark a conversation, how I, could, turn you, on and shit

Hol up, you got, no plans, wassup, wit it, pull up

I’ll have, ya panties, wet without stroking!

She like my confidence, I talk big shit like a ball player starting for the NY Knicks

Winning chips, counting dividends, split it with my fam

In ya mix like some butter grits, hope you understand it girl

You getting caught up cause you know too much

So when you see me in the cut, diamonds dancing like what? Hol up

You getting caught up cause you talk too much

So when you see me wit ya girl, prolly giving her the world hol up

You getting caught up cause you know too much

So when you see me in the cut, diamonds dancing like what? Hol up

You getting caught up cause you talk too much

So when you see me wit ya girl, prolly giving her the world

Yo what up shorty?

I’m bigs prolly the flyest, and I’m lounging big dick style like ghost and Rae n them

Where the butter pecan ricans? I’m tryna lay with em

You just tryna stay with em, yo we ain’t on that

Ya own man... a rat like splinter, cause he want the pussy

So my mouth shut, bigs who you hitting?

They overlook me

Stay unknown like the pokemon, so when I hit it she surprised by the shit I’m on

They think I’m quiet, but low key I'm a beast in the night

I keep the rubber on, do the right thing like I’m spike

She want the rubber off, girl you ain’t ready for pipe

And that pussy so good I had to hit it three times

In the same session, she ask me bout church and god

Baby I’m a 5 percenter all praise to Allah

Save that pillow talking for them other niggas that be blowing up ya line

Tryna get up in ya jeans the corny times

They walking on a tight rope, smiling they think they got me

The way ya bitch staring, these niggas might wanna pop me

With a loaded pistol, packing that heat up like issa fucking missile

21 brothers in my circle you don’t want no issues

Control the game i’m eating through comp like i’m Anthony Hopkins

These niggas so facetious I’m laughing they jokes they imposters

I’m twisting up her walls like I stuck a fork into the pasta

We moving like Italian mobsters but hol up

You getting caught up cause you know too much

So when you see me in the cut, diamonds dancing like what? Hol up

You getting caught up cause you know too much

So when you see me wit a girl, i’m prolly giving her the world hol up

You getting caught up cause you know too much

So when you see me in the cut, diamonds dancing like what? Hol up

You getting caught up cause you talk too much

So when you see me wit ya bitch, prolly giving her this dick nigga!