Too Many (feat. Been Havin Bigg)

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Too many bitches make them hoes fall in line
Yeah, too many riches
I might cash out bust down just for the time
Young nigga balling I'm on my pivot
I got them bags in, made a dime
I fucked her one time I know that she miss it
I ain't call back cause she ain't mine
Yeah, I ain't even have shit
Young nigga came up off a crumb
In the spot with a load and a blick
Nigga play with this shit; boy must be dumb
Nigga worried about me
Need to worry about your bitch
I just upped these racks
Now she stuck like some gum
We pull up with sticks like a motherfucking band
I just got a new AK, I slapped in a drum
Yeah, swapping out the 20's
I told Twin I need the blues
Just dropped some racks
Now that shit in, they came to the spot
They can't even choose
Different exotic in every bin
I mix that shit up and get confused
Yeah, but all this shit for the low
so I can't even lose
I just scale that shit up and go
Yeah, I gotta get on the move
Bitch I'm dripping head to toe
These vv's wet just like a pool
Start selling them bags; Mama didn't even know
I was trapping that shit out of motherfucking school
I hop on the beat, and I motherfucking flow
These Niggas be cap; they can't do what I do
Why these niggas they be copying
They be acting tough
I don't trust these niggas
So when I make a play, my pistol tucked
Ima stack these racks until a nigga put a 100 up
Big body like a tonka truck
These niggas they not one of us
Yeah, pull up in that dually truck
my niggas we be suited up
This shit right here ain't new to us
This right here been true to us
These Niggas with me riding around with Glocks
You play, they get to bussing
Pull-up nigga pistol clutching
Shoot 'em, don't do no discussion
Big Glock on me right now, this bitch a 30 ball
Nigga, play with me or gang
I swear I'll shoot at all of y'all
Nigga thought I sold his ass some perks
That shit was Tylenol
Getting this shit for the low
You trying to tax, I'm running off
Yeah, get this shit for the low you tried to tax
You know I'm running
I'm kicking shit with ya bitch
And making plays, but I ain't punting
Thinking bout how the f*ck I got rich
I remember the days I ain't have no money
Came from nothing, now I'm having this shit
Niggas trying to come around
I ain't going for none
Do this shit by any means
I swear this shit ain't what it seem
Trap all day, I got to clean
From scaling shit on triple beam
Sold a bag on Apple Pay, I shaked it up
His ass was green
Working the spot I catch a play
I send that shit straight to the team
Too many bitches make them hoes fall in line
Yeah, too many riches
I might cash out bust down just for the time
Young nigga balling I'm on my pivot
I got them bags in, made a dime
I fucked her one time I know that she miss it
I ain't call back cause she ain't mine
Yeah, I ain't even have shit
Young nigga came up off a crumb
In the spot with a load and a blick
Nigga play with this shit; boy must be dumb
Nigga worried about me
Need to worry about your bitch
I just upped these racks
Now she stuck like some gum
We pull up with sticks like a motherfucking band
I just got a new AK, I slapped in a drum

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