Too Many lyrics
by Autumn!
[Intro: Summrs]
Whoah (Gianni)
Get
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoah (ye)
Whoah, ye
Go
Girl, let's get it
Slayworld soldier
Get em gone
Get that n*gga gone, whew
Ye
Get that n*gga
[Verse 1: Summrs]
Sipping that drink I can’t stand
Lean, lean, lean like I can't stand
Designer'd up, sh*t you can’t understand
Why that b*tch ask 'bout too many bricks
Put the camera's on my face that's too many hands
I'm in VLIVE, n*gga, spending too many bands
And your b*tch sucked me, you a two minute man
On the flight while I'm high, I don't think I can land
Cartier frame, have me doing my thing
Popping these perc's just to lose my pain
Autopilot in the foreign thing
Watch out hoe, you giving boring brain
The drugs got me ignoring things
Couple vibes on me right now
How I’m supposed to get this bust down?
Rino don’t give a f*ck, no
Picasso, I'm painting pictures
Reading this hoe like I’m reading scriptures
My teeth they glistening like a crystal
She on her knees, getting top from a Christian
Aye, Summrino, I'm the new top vixen
My diamonds biting, them b*tches they blissing
That n*gga talking, he gon end up missing
ACOG scope, n*gga, it's hitting
Bullseye on the piece, n*gga, it's hitting
I need a tissue, a n*gga been sh*tting
I’m with the troops, and we on a mission
Set him up, wrap his ass, n*gga, it's a heist
f*cking his b*tch, yeah, I did that twice
Real runner, n*gga, Rino Rice
Undercover mask, n*gga, we in disguise
He talking sh*t, put his ass in the sky
Bullets got turbulence, you gon' fly
Wanna be on my side, but is you gon' ride?
'Cause you gon get left
Sipping top shelf
Blowing this b*tch like a motherf*ckin' ref
Too many sons, I need me a neph'
YSL shirt, n*gga, I don't rock Neff
I'm a Young Thug, n*gga feelin' like Jeff
Better tap in before you take a breath
Giving her long di*k, I'm out of breath
She got my name tatted on her breast
I'm in the stu', can't take a rest
My pockets blue, this a treasure chest
I need a band to pull up, nothing less
[Verse 2: Autumn]
I need a band to pull up, nothing less
Hitting top speed in a 720S
Get a n*gga gone just like the vets
If you act pus*y, then you getting pressed
Do I want to f*ck? b*tch, ye
She gave it up, and I wasn't impressed
I'm high as f*ck like I'm up in a jet
Most of you n*ggas don't come off as threats
Designer jeans, these expensive threads
Living my dreams, but I never rest
Look at my team, n*gga, we up next
D1 the sh*t, leave yo' ass a mess
Pull up on a n*gga, throw him in a Lex'
I walk up in Neiman's and I blow a check
Need to be ejected because I got two TEC's
Lil Rino with me, pouring up the Tech
Arms probably hurt 'cause I'm a walking flex
We smoking your mans, and you could be next
[Outro: Autumn]
Woah
No
Blitt