Too Much lyrics

by

Lud Foe


(Verse 1)
Its War Time, I Hope You Got Yo Strap, Cus I Got Mine
High Speed On The Cops, Haul Ass, Runnin Stop Signs
b*tches Think I'm Handsome, The Wouldn't Lie
Let These n*ggas Breathe, What They Do, Nun But Kill Time
n*ggas Coppin Pleas, Writin Statements, They Drop Dimes
Fell In Love With Guns, We Got FNs & Glock .9s
Big Ass Pistol On My Lul Bitty Waist
Put These Big Ass Bullets In Yo Lul Bitty Face
And If I Get Caught, Ima Still Get Away
Get A Big Bad Lawyer For This Lul Bitty Case
I'm Ridin Skinny, Forgiatos Look Like I'm Finna Race
Doors Up, f*ck A Roof, New Beemer, I8
Remember Posted On The Block With Like 8 Cent
Now My Mama Break A Sweat When She Gotta Pay Rent
I Teach You How To Get This Money, Boa, I'm Givin You A Hint
They Kicked Me Outta School, I Was A Fool With That FN
b*tch On My di*k, Steady Droolin And Blushin
Sweep The Dope Up, I'm A Fool With That Dustpan
Got A MAC In My Right Hand, TEC In My Left Hand
Still Hear Me Blowin Even If You Was A Deaf Man

(Hook)
I'm A OutWest n*gga, Ion Floss Too Much
Got A Chauffer And A Rover, Ion Walk Too Much
In Chiraq, They Be Usin White Chalk Too Much
I Tell That b*tch Leave Me Lone, Throw Me Off Too Much
I Put Her On The Block List, Cus She Stalk Too Much
n*gga Gambled With His Last, And He Lost Too Much
I Get You Killed For Dirt Cheap, It Don't Cost Too Much
I Just Popped Another Molly, Think I'm Off Too Much

(Verse 2)
I'm On Some OutWest sh*t, Don't Come Out Here With That sh*t
Line A n*gga Ass Up, I'm On That Loose Screw sh*t
Told Me Chill, f*ck That, I'm Back On That Hot sh*t
n*ggas Always Run They Mouth, Knowin They Ain't Shot sh*t
I Put A Lock On The Game, You Gon Need A Locksmith
Gettin Brain From Yo Main b*tch Til She Lock-Lipped
We Got All Kinda Guns, On That Black Ops sh*t
Stay Yo Ass In The House If You On That Opp sh*t
n*ggas Love To Run They Mouth, Knowin They Ain't Shot sh*t
n*ggas Stuntin, They Be Frontin, Actin Like They Got sh*t
He Let Off 30 Shots, How The f*ck He Miss Me?
Lud Foe Took His Hoe Cause He Is A b*tch Thief
You Had My di*k In Yo Mouth, Hoe, Don't Try And Kiss Me
The Police Try And Lock Me Up, I Tell Em Dismiss Me
I Went To Sleep With My MAC 11 Right Next To Me
Dat n*gga Seen Me And He Ran, He Was Right Next To Me
Dat Choppa Chokeslam A n*gga Like Royal Wrestling
These b*tches Keep Callin Me, Hoes Keep Textin Me
I Popped 2 Pills, I'm High As Giraffe Nuts
Got A 50 Shot Ruger, Came With The Monkey Nuts
Make Examples Outta n*ggas, He Thought He Was Too Tough
b*tch, I Grew Up In The Slums, Childhood Was Too Rough
Nina Ross, She My b*tch, Make Me Introduce Her
Me And Stewie Droppin X Pills In The Fruit Punch
Now Watch How Everybody In The Party Boost Up
We Done Hit Him In His sh*t, Now He Can't Get Up
Issa Homicide, Now The Ambulance Pick Up
I'm In A Briggs Truck, Finna Pick A n*gga b*tch Up
n*ggas Switched Up, Now They Madd Cus I'm Next Up
Put Ya Ice Up, VVSs Cut My Wrist Up
You A Broke n*gga, Boa, You Betta Go And Fix Sumn
She A Gold Digger, But I Never Give A b*tch Nun
I'm A Dope Dealer, Baby, I Could Water Whip Sumn
Jesse White With The White, n*gga I Could Flip Sumn
Hit Yo Block, Shoot A Movie, Bring Extended Clips Up
How You Smokin Dead n*ggas, You Ain't Never Shot None
Issa Shootout, We Bang It Out Until The Cops Come
Then We Reroute, Come Back Like We Forgot Sumn
Do A Hit, Pop Back Out Like We Ain't Did Nun
I Been Stuntin Since A Young n*gga, And I'm STILL Stuntin

(Hook 2x)
I'm A OutWest n*gga, Ion Floss Too Much
Got A Chauffer And A Rover, Ion Walk Too Much
In Chiraq, They Be Usin White Chalk Too Much
I Tell That b*tch Leave Me Lone, Throw Me Off Too Much
I Put Her On The Block List, Cus She Stalk Too Much
n*gga Gambled With His Last, And He Lost Too Much
I Get You Killed For Dirt Cheap, It Don't Cost Too Much
I Just Popped Another Molly, Think I'm Off Too Much
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