2 Much At 1 Time lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(It's a Wayne beat)
Okay
Yeah
Okay

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
b*tch suck my di*k so good, she blew my socks off
I ain't even gotta— get you knocked off
Lil' bro just gurbed a fiend with some rock soft
I can't bring D-Rich to the club, it's gon' pop off
Lil' bro just— ahh
I can't even say what lil' bro did, he still fightin' cases
We been trappin' hard in the spot, it was not a vacant
Bad b*tch got regular clothes, but she not basic
Get to throwin' bullets in this—
Get to throwin' bullets in this b*tch, but I'm not Megan
Almost flipped on the highway, I gotta stop racin'
Wrap a n*gga up in the 'Woods, but I'm not Jason
I just put a beam on my Glock, I am not Jason
Gotta get rich right now, I am not waitin'
When I switch up the audible, I am not fakin'
b*tch ask me do I got a b*tch, I am not taken
b*tch ask me do I—
I don't want one b*tch, I want two hoes
I'm double-booked, onе night, I got two shows
Eight of Wock', two two-liters, I pour two fours
I deletеd all my old b*tches, I need new hoes
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I can f*ck my old b*tch in these new clothes
Seen Louie pay fifteen racks for two 'bows
I can run a hundred racks up with no shoes on
Take the iron and straighten a n*gga out like school clothes
Hustler, I just got ten 'bows of Gorilla Glue gone
Wait 'til my next kit done, I'ma poop on 'em
I ain't gotta shoot a gun no more, that's what school for
The rap scene was f*cked up, we score, it's through the loophole
This don't smell like Morton Grove, what's this, new Wock'?
At Gander Mountain buyin' a new chop to hit his oohwop
Moved the dopehouse to the D, Flint got too hot
At your ho house watchin' TV in some tube socks
I ain't never shot a Ruger, bro, I only shoot Glocks
Unc' ain't never bought a zip to sniff, he only ooh blocks
This a .308— alright
This a .308, hundred-round drum'll shoot up two blocks
Mmm, at one time
How the f*ck I just shoot ten n*ggas with one nine?
Just hit a line of soft for unc' to ooh, that's a punchline
Real zazas from A1, not the Runtz kind

[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
I'll sell dime rocks big as point—
Ahh, okay
I'll sell dime rocks big as point-nines
I gotta put shells in somebody if I point mines
So many people on my di*k that I pay no mind
Ain't no way that I can trust somebody that play both sides
Unemployment got you gettin' money for the first time
Out the window with this b*tch, get his shirt fried
I'ma pull up where you at, call it curbside
n*ggas' morals out here low as f*ck, but the syrup high
I can weigh it just by lookin' at it, got a third eye
n*ggas tryna get they singles heard, but they— okay
n*ggas tryna get they singles heard, but I serve mine
It's supposed to be you help your granny out, but I serve mine
I just counted fifty thousand out for the third time
You still out here tryna find a way, just hold your head high
M-messy sh*t and gettin' money got my hands tied
I learned n-not to trust a b*tch because my mans tried
I was f*ckin' with the work but I advanced to the mic
I'm up, I could blow your whole advance in a night
I be havin' forty, fifty thousand on me on a flight
I be lyin' to these hoes, actin' like the sh*t aight
I can back chase and crack a whole case to pour Sprites
I can back-break and beat down cat the whole night (Hah, yeah)