Ain’t Enough lyrics

[Intro]
(Simo Fre just killed it)
Oh-oh-oh, uh
Oh-oh (Andre, run it up)

[Chorus]
Uh, love this b*tch, for what, get drank and mud it up (And mud it up)
b*tch, my trap house jump, how else I ran it up? (How else I ran it up?)
Uh, I keep poppin' 30s, 10s just ain't enough (The 10s just ain't enough)
f*ck her like I love her, I'm just feelin' lust (On God, b*tch)
She tryna go another round 'cause one just ain't enough ('Cause one just ain't enough)
I made a killin' off these 'bows, I'm up three hundred plus (I'm up three hundred plus)
I don't play with opps, I swing 'em 'round and leave sh*t in the dust (Don't play, I swing 'em 'round)
Every time I creep, don't make a sound, I'm tryna get sh*t touched (Every time I creep, don't make)

[Verse]
Know I'm c*mmin', grip her hair, girl, why you runnin'? (Girl, why you runnin'?)
Uh, know I'm havin', buy you what you want, ain't nothin' (Buy you what you want, ain't nothin')
n*ggas playin' tough, I up that switch for muggin' (I up that switch for muggin')
Uh, fill my cup with drank, drop bags, my killers huntin' (Drop bags, my killers huntin', uh-uh)
sh*t ain't nothin', trappin' in my sleep, my left wrist, it ain't cheap (Yeah)
I'm so slimy, croppin' n*ggas out, you know I play for keeps (I'm so slimy)
Got her cryin', I done went too deep, got French tip on her feet (Ooh)
I jump out the Jeep, get low and creep just like I'm Pistol Pete
Customize the b*tch like GTA, I bought her ass and teeth (I did)
b*tch, I'm super rich, I bought six acres just for Mama Z (I did)
I still keep my switch while I'm on papers, b*tch, I'm goin' out P (On God)
Post up in my trap house, serve my neighbors, yeah, they love the Z (Yeah, they love it)
[Chorus]
Uh, love this b*tch, for what, get drank and mud it up
b*tch, my trap house jump, how else I ran it up? (How else I ran it up?)
Uh, I keep poppin' 30s, 10s just ain't enough (The 10s just ain't enough)
f*ck her like I love her, I'm just feelin' lust
She tryna go another round 'cause one just ain't enough ('Cause one just ain't enough)
I made a killin' off these 'bows, I'm up three hundred plus (I'm up three hundred plus)
I don't play with opps, I swing 'em 'round and leave sh*t in the dust (And leave sh*t in the dust)
Every time I creep, don't make a sound, I'm tryna get sh*t touched (I'm tryna get sh*t touched, n*gga)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
I'm tryna get this sh*t, shh
Uh