2much! (feat. BTG Marcus & Nanii2x)

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Trey Kidd

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And they like, "TK, you be doin' too much"
Hop out with that blick, I pop him in his gut
Now my phone on DND, she callin' too much
Like the fourth of July, bruh, I'm lightin' it up
Shawty told me I'm freaky, I'm grabbin' her butt
And she runnin' her mouth but I don't give no f*ck
And I told you to go get it straight from the plug
I pull out my cock, you gone suck it or what?
I block that lil' girl now that girl not my problem
Hoppin' out, spray his ass with a whole lotta choppas
That choppa gone leave that boy singin' like opera
Bullets fuckin' him up, he get sent to the doctor
I don't care 'bout these labels, don't care 'bout no offer
It's me and Nani, we be steppin' with Marcus
I be breakin' her heart, told her that I am heartless
And you say you got bands but you stay in apartments (let's go)
And we makin' a movie, no Brad Pitt
And I said, "I don't want it, you can have that shit"
That nigga look dumb, I hop out with that blick
And we spinnin' the block, better hide your kids
Every time that I hop on a beat, I don't miss
And I'm not even writing it down, I just spit
Put a X on his head and he finna get hit
Just pass me the lighter, I'm lightin' a spliff
Yeah, this choppa play soccer because it got kick
Shawty loving my sauce, I put it on her lip
And she probably gone catch me ridin' with a stick
And that boy tried to run, that choppa get him quick
Like a turkey, she suckin' and she gobble it
And she thought I was stupid, caught her in the mix
Like a beat box, yeah, this choppa finna spit
And she can't hold it all, she only got the tip
Aye, woah, I'm runnin' with sticks
Rockstar shit, boy, I feel like I'm Kiss
When I up with that beam, boy, you know I don't miss
Got a Glock with a dick and it's takin' a piss
And it's BTG on the beat, I don't miss
And this song gone hit like I'm throwin' a fist
Aye, song gone hit like a bell
If you playin' with me I'ma send you to Hell
Aye, I'm tired of rappin' right now, hold up, sike, I lied
I got your bitch in the bed and I'm givin' her pipe
If you speakin' on me, boy, you gone die tonight
And I'm throwin' this fist, put him out like a light
I'ma run up a bag in a night
Sike, I'ma run up a bag in a day
Catch a opp broad day and I'm gone make him lay
I'ma slide like a playground but bitch I don't play
Got a Glock-26 with a dick and it's gay
I'ma hop on the beat and run Tay, add a K
Catch a opp at the store, might throw my life away
These niggas be bitches, don't know what to say
These niggas be bitches, hop out with K
Hop on a beat, get to snappin' like Quay
And they like, "TK, you be doin' too much"
Hop out with that blick, I pop him in his gut
Now my phone on DND, she callin' too much
Like the fourth of July, bruh, I'm lightin' it up
Shawty told me I'm freaky, I'm grabbin' her butt
And she runnin' her mouth but I don't give no f*ck
And I told you to go get it straight from the plug
I pull out my cock, you gone suck it or what?
I block that lil' girl now that girl not my problem
Hoppin' out, spray his ass with a whole lotta choppas
That choppa gone leave that boy singin' like opera
Bullets fuckin' him up, he get sent to the doctor
I don't care 'bout these labels, don't care 'bout no offer
It's me and Nani, we be steppin' with Marcus
I be breakin' her heart, told her that I am heartless
And you say you got bands but you stay in apartments (let's go)
And we makin' a movie, no Brad Pitt
And I said, "I don't want it, you can have that shit"
That nigga look dumb, I hop out with that blick
And we spinnin' the block, better hide your kids
Every time that I hop on a beat, I don't miss
And I'm not even writin' it down, I just spit
Put a X on his head and he finna get hit
Just pass me the lighter, I'm lightin' a s
Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon
Though its the end of the world
Don't blame yourself now
And if its true
I will surround you and give life to a world
That's our own

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