Lyrics:
Hunnid
I don't want this no I don't want that
I'm Way Too Posh
Baccarat candles Baccarat rouge
I'm Way Too Posh
Prada my frames
More drugs for my pain
Pour
the smoke
Fading these niggas they got too much hope
Fuckin with Hazza you gonna get choked
Aim at your brain I don't need no scope
I left that bitch she say
the light in the room from the T.V
We gettin' it on then I'm gone
It's the type of shit that a nigga be on
Too much on my mind right now
I'm
dreamer
If you feel me put yo hands in the sky
Yea, P-V-S glistening
Never had a pot to piss in
Too much dope for competition
Why would I want
sandwich on a hand dish
Some say his language is way too outlandish
He did his thing, spoke in a jig slang
And translate Einstein's theory of the Big Bang
wanna get my neck froze
Way they bang my line
You would think my text broke
Know they caught the vibe
Thinking nothing less oh
Real ones by my side
the money my destination
Young rich nigga I’m too fly
Ran it up got the check then I flew by
Heard I was packing she could tell by my shoe size
On the way
the hood, right where I be at
Don't go to the store, that's where they deep at
Right there by the dope, that's where I keep that
Big ol' MAC-11, knock your
and the Egyptians
Had sundials in the sand
Now we have atomic clocks
That measure the Big Bang
Still I prefer the simple way
Let's take it to the street
More walking
wake up
Last night we off the hook, doin' way too much
But it's the fast lane only, big dealin' big ceilin'
All for the money, some kill some squeal
If ya think that ur dark im darker/ Big flo father/ punch man up like Tyson did wilder/
Big fat Spliff I roll it and spark up/
Kung fu tongue I'm
If ya think that ur dark im darker/ Big flo father/ punch man up like Tyson did wilder/
Big fat Spliff I roll it and spark up/
Kung fu tongue I'm
live a street life
You might be scammed by this street guys
Street life is not the key of being wise
Money is good (yeah)
But don't put too much love
your validation
Too much of the limelight ain't good for the soul
Guess I've had
Too much, I've had
Enough of it
Searching for something sweeter
If a nigga got a problem, let's address it I make too much guap to be stressin
I'm 4L for my guys, no second guessin' No second guessin
And all I do
buk, by popular demand
We back by popular demand, doin' it big
As big as we, can, divided we fall, united we, stand
My pockets got the green but I'm not
nigga minds I influence
DT, they tattooed
Got nickels, dimes and drums
Too much power in my tongue
Too much kush all in my lungs
We clean your plate for
much
It's getting to the point where I don't give a fuck
Trying to see the point of life where I need a richie buff
Where I'm on the big things and I'm
posed a threat, no they can't see her
Now all I do is cash out by the way
The homies in the club, and they ashing the dank
I don't say too much 'cause
been focus too much on your fucking phone
With that snapping shit and that gammer shit and that tik tok shit
I'm a different one, so you call me
the man
They hate
Watch Face
Too much gas
Suffocate
Big Toter gon lay it down
Lay it down on a bad bitch
I aint wit her if she average
Know you fucking with
like medusa
Infinite void domain you get informed into a coma
I got too much rage like Junpei I'm a killa
Fuck this shit up my domain we gorillas
Not
and not look at the tags
Even when I was broke I always kept it a stack
Truth ain’t good for biz and I’m charging too much tax
Charging too much tax
Truth
Went and gave too many chances to you niggas (I done gave too many chances)
I can't let nobody play us (play us)
Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked
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