2MANY lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Gunna]
Uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, aah
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus]
Too many hoes down to f*ck, ayy
Too many b*tches in here
I told her get in the truck
I gotta get outta here
I gotta get outta there
All of my b*tches in here (Ooo, yeah, eeh)
What the f*ck I'm gon' do? I ain't even know what to do
Young n*gga be takin' my swag, n*ggas be takin' my moves (Yeah)
n*ggas be takin' my swag, n*ggas be takin' my moves, yeah (Yeah)
I just walked in with a bag, that's what Yung Carti gon' do, mm

[Verse 1]
n*gga I got ya, red, red, red dot ya (Yeah)
I got nachos, yeah, yeah, I got some nachos (Yeah)
Stack it up, b*tch, add it up, cheese
I got some b*tches lookin' at me, on they knees (Yeah)
How the f*ck I kill that n*gga and he ain't kill me?
I guess the opp was way too deep, but I ain't never deep (Yee, yee)
I keep that big ass FN right on me, slime (Yee, yee)
That pus*y ass n*gga sound like me, he my damn son (Yee, yee)
I just stole his b*tch with a lil' gun (Yee, yee)
Got a Goyard bag, keep it goin' on (Yee, yee)
Tatted up my neck, I'm so f*cked up (Yee, yee)
Mixin' my Act', get so f*cked up, uh (Yee, yee)
[Chorus]
Too many hoes down to f*ck, ayy
Too many b*tches in here
I told her get in the truck
I gotta get outta here
I gotta get outta there
All of my b*tches in here (Ooo, yeah, eeh)
What the f*ck I'm gon' do? I ain't even know what to do
Young n*gga be takin' my swag, n*ggas be takin' my moves (Yeah)
n*ggas be takin' my swag, n*ggas be takin' my moves, yeah (Yeah)
I just walked in with a bag, that's what Yung Carti gon' do, mm (Talm' 'bout, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I'm in Elliot, gettin' a gold rush (Uh, yeah)
I sip lean all day, almost threw up (Hol' up)
I sip lean all day, almost threw up (Bih)
And I got ice on me, ooh
And I got ice on me, ooo (Uh, blatt)
Money tall like Yao Ming, ooo (Yeah)
My b*tch talk Chinese, yuh (Blatt, huh, yee)
My b*tch look Chinese, huh
Rockstar b*tch, ay (yeah)
And I got a rockstar b*tch, ay (yeah)
Rockstar b*tch, uh
And I got a rockstar b*tch, ay (Rockstar b*tch)
Rockstar b*tch, ay (Yeah)
And I got a rockstar b*tch, ay, uh
Rockstar b*tch, yeah (Yeah)
But I got a rockstar b*tch, yeah (Yeah)
And I got
I get that b*tch in the backyard (Uh)
And I put a b*tch on front street (Yee)
I'm a hundred, b*tch, free Big Meech
I'm honest (Uhh)
I swear to God, I'll cut one of these b*tches (Cut, cut, yeah)
I swear to God, I'll cut up these n*ggas (Yeah, uh, yeah, aah)
[Chorus]
Too many hoes down to f*ck, ayy
Too many b*tches in here
I told her get in the truck
I gotta get outta here
I gotta get outta there
All of my b*tches in here (Ooo, yeah, eeh)
What the f*ck I'm gon' do? I ain't even know what to do, yeah
Young n*gga be takin' my swag, n*ggas be takin' my moves (Yeah)
n*ggas be takin' my swag, n*ggas be takin' my moves, yeah (Yeah)
I just walked in with a bag, that's what Yung Carti gon' do, mm

[Outro]
(Right now)
(Ten hoes callin' me right now and I ain't answering for neither of them)
What the f*ck I'm gon' do? What the f*ck I'm gon' do? (None of y'all pus*y ass, pus*y ass, b*tch ass, drunk ass n*ggas) (Grrrat)
(Sneak dissin', y'all sneak dissin')
(Speak that sh*t Carti)
(I swear to God these-)
(Grrrat)
(It's survival, suck my di*k, it don't matter) (f*ck y'all gon' do?)
(I had it-) (-y'all n*gga's gon' do)
(Lil babyseat, lil babyseat, b*tch)
(Keep it goin')
(Nah, for real, I don't sleep)
(All that)
(To all that-stop it)
(Grrrat)