Too Much Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Had a job, they had to let me go 'cause I was late too much
Junkies keep on comin' back, they tweakin' off the angel dust
Bitch look at my fish, it picture perfect like the Mona Lisa
Said she like my cut so now my hands is roamin' off the Caesar
You can hold the racks up in the picture, mines is on my Visa
Bank just froze my debit card, I spent three thousand on some sneakers
My momma blowin' up my phone; keep sayin' that I smoke too much
We crack the seal up on the pint and then we pour that purple stuff
You still smoke Dutches?
f*cked her raw, now shе on crutches
[Verse 2]
Beat on the p*ssy, I'm puttin' my fist in it
Shе ain't suckin' dick so you know we ain't kickin' it
Woah, woah, look at the diamonds, they glistenin'
My wrist in the water just like it's a christenin'
Christ Dillinger ballin' but don't do no dribblin'
I make it rain, you be making it drizzlin'
Niggas be sweet, they need to get some insulin Niggas be all in my comments solicitin'
You told her don't chill with me, she don't be listenin'
All these racks in my pocket, it sickenin'
I put the cut in the mix, now it's thickening
Hollows tips fly through his vest and they rippin' through ligaments, cripplin'
Stackin' my money real tall on these niggas
I look at these niggas, they money is dwindlin'
His bitch a hoe, don't know why she keep textin' me
All these pigs in the trunk of the SRT
Cops outta luck if they thinkin' they catchin' me
All these rocks on my neck, had to dig 'em up
Your man's a goofy, my niggas' gon' stick 'em up
I really be wit' that stick like a hockey puck
I'm in LA, gettin' top in a Bentley truck
Phone out of minutes, these junkies, they text too much
Brown on my dick and ya bitch, she gon' suck it off
Don't wanna go to work, you better call your boss

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