2much! remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Dastard]
They like, "Yung Dastard be ballin' too much”
Wit a white b*tch named Wendy she callin' too much
n*ggas wavin' that stick, you be stallin' too much
You a lonely ass n*gga, c*ck blockin' too much
Yung Dastard bag big and you pocket too much
n*ggas without a bag got a pocket too much
Kick your ass to the curb like a soccer or what
Your b*tch beat on my di*k like a boxer too much
I smoke on that sugar pack, coughin' too much
Got a crazy ass b*tch, she be stalkin' too much
I will run up on n*ggas, I'm up it too much
b*tch, I don't want the wap, you gon' suck it or what?
I got a white shooter named Dexter, what's up?
I speed off in the whip, leave your ass in the dust
They like , "Dastard, why the f*ck are you cursing so much?"
I said f*ck in this sentence I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 2: yvngxchris]
He rappin' like Chris, ayy, that boy is my clone
And it really ain't sh*t just to get yo ass gone
And she know my name Chris so she gave me that dome
She cryin' and sh*t, I say "Shorty, what's wrong?"
Like a f*ckin' grenade, got your b*tch hella blown
Walkin' down on your block with a stick on my 'lone
Got your b*tch on TikTok singing all of my songs
Smokin' on body builder, yeah, that strong
Put my phone on do not disturb, won't get a text
Finna cop me a wagon, f*ck a Model X
And your b*tch like a turkey, suckin', gobbling
When I said I had glizzy's, that's not what I meant
b*tch, I been a scholar, I'm slidin' with Choppa
Got your b*tch on my di*k, I milly rock yo mama
Bet your ho wanna f*ck 'cause I look like Obama
Left your b*tch in the past, now that ho not my problem
My choppa gon' kick your ass like it's karate or goddamn soccer
That boy want a feature from yvngxchris, but if you don't got no money just don't even bother
They shoppin' at [?]
This n*gga Chris need to find another flow, you need to find your father
He don't got a dollar, broke ass n*gga f*cked up in the crib livin' like a monster
b*tch, you not a honor
[Verse 3: Yung Dastard]
sh*t, don't talk on my name if you ain't about action
No, I won't give you features, my n*gga, stop askin'
If you want it that bad, a n*gga gon' tax
Leave his ass in a ditch while I'm smokin' on thrax
Yung Dastard built different, I step on the cracks
On my gnarly boy sh*t, I'm turned up to the max
If I don't got my Glock, hit yo ass with a bat
My n*ggas click on you, like ios app
Have you smokin' on mid, that sh*t is just bad
They say that sh*t ain't it, you know that sh*t cap
Got your b*tch on my di*k while she wearin' my cap
Think I got anger issues the way that I snap
You a corny ass n*gga, snapchattin' too much
When I come to the city, b*tch, I'm packin' too much
Beat her back and then dunk, it be sloppy at brunch
You a pus*y n*gga, boy, I just had a hunch
Can't relate to you n*ggas, you n*ggas down bad
She gave me head in the bed, the best head that I've had
And all my boys winnin', I know n*ggas mad
We stay chasing money, you broke n*ggas sad
If you broke as a joke, n*gga, go get a bag
If your b*tch took your guap, n*gga, go get it abck
This sh*t is not ready, Yung Dastard be spazzin'
And Dastard make paper, just call me John Madden
If I don't got my toolie, then we get to scrappin'
You gon' wake up all dazey like, "What the hell happened?"
Like we makin' a movie, like ready, set, action
I pull out the AK, do you like my contraction?
Yung Dastard big moves, this the f*ckin' compassion
If your ass speakin' blood, I'm lackin' the fashion
She was suckin' my di*k like shawty ash kaash
This beat is now over, it's time for relaxin'
[Outro: AVANNA]
Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon
Though it's the end of the world, don't blame yourself, now
And if it's true, I will surround you and give life to a world
That's our own
Thank you, I'll say goodbye now
Though it's the end of the world, don't blame yourself
And if it's true, I will surround you and give life to a world
That's our own