Ain’t Enough lyrics
by Real Boston Richey
[Intro]
Uh, yeah
I'm high right now, I'm so fired down
Watch that cup right there
n*gga gotta watch that cup, man
That cup
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n*gga Doe)
[Chorus]
Cool n*gga, I don't do too much
Mm, two b*tches ain't enough, the f*ck?
Uh, a hundred chickens ain't enough for us
Uh, I don't think them n*ggas can f*ck with us
Just go in front of our move 'cause n*gga ain't gon' wait for us
How I'm f*ckin' on another n*gga b*tch? I guess he ain't gave enough
Ever since that Cali' route been gone, you n*ggas done gave up
We trappin' out the bando, n*gga, Friday made us
[Verse 1]
Bruh, I'm trappin' hard, ballin' hard just like the Lakers
Lil' ho madder than a b*tch, want me to baby her
Uh, I'm chasin' all my M's, so I ain't even able
I need a b*tch that hold the trap down just like Anastasia
I need a b*tch gon' hold the block down if I get these papers
I broke her heart, but she be praising all the money I gave her
I hate a b*tch that worry me and end up makin' my days tough
Five traps in the same year, I swear, this sh*t ain't made up
She tryin' to leave me now, I swear to God, I don't blame her
I just rolled 'round with five switches up in the blazer
I swear to God, this b*tch f*ck on my dog, I'll still date her
This sh*t like trappin' packs, man, we gon' f*ck a new flavor
Oh, you really thought I'd save her?
I'm in another n*gga hood, I ain't got my chain tucked
I'll knock his big dog off, you think I'ma get my rank up?
He ain't gotta say no more, I'm goin' back, I'ma get my banger
[Chorus]
Cool n*gga, I don't do too much
Mm, two b*tches ain't enough, the f*ck?
Uh, a hundred chickens ain't enough for us
Uh, I don't think them n*ggas can f*ck with us
Just go in front of our move 'cause n*gga ain't gon' wait for us
How I'm f*ckin' on another n*gga b*tch? I guess he ain't gave enough
Ever since that Cali' route been gone, you n*ggas done gave up
We trappin' out the bando, n*gga, Friday made us
[Verse 2]
You dumb as f*ck, don't let that dope dry on them paper towels
That's your b*tch, you know I'm f*ckin' too, so that lil' b*tch there ours
I'm just in and out, I don't even f*ck that lil' b*tch for an hour
I had to leave that lil' b*tch anyway, her attitude too sour
She sucked two di*ks today, I had to go out and give the b*tch her flowers
These hoes surrounding me, they tryna treat me just like Austin Powers
Them n*ggas servin' gas, I know this sh*t we got right here way louder
It seemed like yesterday I was trappin' on 74th, sellin' some powder
[Chorus]
Cool n*gga, I don't do too much
Mm, two b*tches ain't enough, the f*ck?
Uh, a hundred chickens ain't enough for us
Uh, I don't think them n*ggas can f*ck with us
Just go in front of our move 'cause n*gga ain't gon' wait for us
How I'm f*ckin' on another n*gga b*tch? I guess he ain't gave enough
Ever since that Cali' route been gone, you n*ggas done gave up
We trappin' out the bando, n*gga, Friday made us