Too Many lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Li Rye]
Li Rye, Guwop
New 1017
New 1017
So Icy 26
1017 Mafia (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
So Icy Boyz, brr

[Chorus: Li Rye]
1017, So Icy Boyz, I think Wop got too many cars
I think I f*cked too many broads, I know some n*ggas got shipped off the prison
On the first day they touched, they went right back to sellin' that hard
From the back, make her tongue out and screamin' for God
Your lil' partner got whacked and I heard that you soft
b*tch, I reap from the trenches, ridin' 'round with extensions

[Verse 1: Li Rye]
I still ain't got no mind, I might spin out a foreign
Kicked her out, she was bad, but that ho was too borin'
They be talkin' 'bout bodies, these n*ggas ain't scorin'
I hit six from the three, I feel like Robert Horry
All these n*ggas so funny, shut up, Martin Lawrence
Got a pint, 'fore I blinked, I was already pourin'
I get high like a eagle, feel like I be soarin'
Got a di*k up inside of my Glock
I see the opps, so you know that we makin' a puddle
Oh, we can shoot a lil' video
Just put my di*k all up inside this lil' pretty ho
Hate the ho tryna act bad when they know that ain't nothin'
b*tch, stop tryna play, like you saditty, ho
Like you like my brother, he'll come through and hit it, ho
I'm just tryna smash (Let's go)
Turned up on they ass with a different flow (Uh-huh)
Every week, I pop out with another ho (Uh-huh)
Left it in there and play it like, "Damn" (Like)
sh*t, where the f*ck did the rubber go?
n*gga die quick when they think about crackin' fours
My lil' brother turned up off of sellin' 'bows
She pull up, get naked and touch her toes
An antisocial n*gga, but not evenly violent, go do a show
Ayy (Ice), uh, big 1017 (Ice)
I like them blue hundreds and pink fifties, but still in love with green
Still might go swipe for the team
Bought a Glock for my partner, it came with a built-in beam
Know it changed to see me on the scene
I'm on Adderall, thirties, n*gga, I don't pop no beams
[Chorus: Li Rye & Gucci Mane]
1017, So Icy Boyz, I think Wop got too many cars
I think I f*cked too many broads, I know some n*ggas got shipped off the prison
On the first day they touched, they went right back to sellin' that hard
From the back, make her tongue out and screamin' for God
Your lil' partner got whacked and I heard that you soft
b*tch, I reap from the trenches, ridin' 'round with extensions (Go)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Li Rye, he got plenty Glocks, Guwop got too many watches (Wop)
Four-doors, two-doors, hella opps (Four-doors), chopper on me, don't do the boxin'
Big rings on, like Liberace (Brr), b*tch take pics, like paparazzi (Ayy)
1017 Illuminati, call him Gucci, 'cause he beat the body (It's Gucci)
My new mansion like Versace, Gucci shoes on, no Huarache
Put him on TV, Hosh*toshi, now they callin', tryna squash sh*t
Young n*gga with me on oxycodon, he a real stepper, need Dr. Martins
She a cougar b*tch with hibachi body (Damn)
Real big titties like Dolly Parton (b*tch)
Droptop Rolls pulled to the party
Porta potty, sh*ttin' on everybody (Pfft)
New Lambo', I'm goin', Skyler
Rich white boy with me and he on the molly (Party)
Blow just to brain, work on the dialect
Touch down, PJ, f*ck a trolley (PJ)
Give me head, b*tch, f*ck the knowledge
Trap five to high school, f*ck your college (It's Gucci)
[Chorus: Li Rye]
1017, So Icy Boyz, I think Wop got too many cars
I think I f*cked too many broads, I know some n*ggas got shipped off the prison
On the first day they touched, they went right back to sellin' that hard
From the back, make her tongue out and screamin' for God
Your lil' partner got whacked and I heard that you soft
b*tch, I reap from the trenches, ridin' 'round with extensions

[Outro: Li Rye]
Ridin' round with extensions on all of the Glocks
Don't get your sh*t rocked