Too Hungry (Migos Too Hotty Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, aye
Aye

[Verse 1]
I get the strap, get to damaging
There ain't no telling what happened, my hands in there
I got the gloves on for handling
Cops run my finger prints, Can't even scan this sh*t
Found your where about so we ran in it
What we about, boy we finna come answer it
Then yall get to paying, ya'll panicking
b*tch, I'm about all the numbers like analysts
It's plenty of problems I'm managing
Taking that sh*t like a man I ain't frantic
A different dimension I'm channeling
Burning the wood up, but there ain't no candle lit
These pus*y-ass rappers are scandalous
It's taking my old sh*t, thinking they ran with it
I cannot f*ck with these shenanigans
Empty a clip out the van then I'm vanishing

[Hook]
I'm gone like the wind in the dust
Feds pull up, I'm hitting the clutch
b*tch call and they hitting her back
Only f*ck when I hit that b*tch up
Only f*ck when I hit that b*tch up
No, no, f*ck that kick dust
No, no, f*ck that kick dust
No, no, f*ck that kick dust
[Verse 2]
Do not f*ck with opps, f*ck your side if you opposite
If you cross the line then I'm poppin' sh*t
Pull on your block and I shoot like Stojakovic
I don't give a f*ck who yo' prophet is
I am your god when I'm standing behind this sh*t
Ain't no colleges, I got a scholarship
Pimpin' these hoes if you need that acknowledgement
Shorty tie me a top off, no top in it
Walk in this b*tch with the wop
You tryna trim, move too quick and get popped
Comin' for me you either get beat up or shot
They still risk it but I don't know why
b*tch hit my phone she won't get a reply
Took two woods to the dome and i still ain't that high
You hoe a hoe say that she needed ride
I say "Where do I go?" she said "Baby, I drive"
Whole time she was tryna get f*cked from the side
If the b*tch touch my dough she gon' die
She ain't giving out, though
Then she hitting the door, leave that b*tch walkin' on 95
Then we hop off the highway, straight to your driveway
Bullets melt sh*t down like ice age
Had that .38 in the ninth grade, 'cause if I'm catching a body it's my way
Pop out and I turn this b*tch sideways
Kick back, its guaranteed to knock you sideways
I don't play games in the EA, If I was teaching, you would be the TA
b*tch, I'm finna blow like it's D-Day
Choppa start singing he thinks it's his B-Day
I can't pass the pipe, this ain't relay
I know I'm shooting sh*t down with no delay