Lyrics:
in with my gun, ayy
I'm a sin with my gun and
Say amen with my gun
I'm goin' too crazy
Pistol on my hip, that's my new baby
This money in my pocket,
too just late, there's so much we can take
And there's only so much someone can swallow and tolerate
Up to the point that he just breaks, snaps
much gun smoke
And see the stars shine
We living-living on dreams but is they
Coming true? What I'm gonna do
Make a million and pull a stunt or two
stop, no way, no slow-mo
Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
Think of all the stress
That I've been through
Way too much fuckin problems
Way too much
Balenciaga, I supplied that too.
(He sold the widow widow's weeds too).
I held the first funereal raffle, though I don't much like to boast
And I gave away
Nigga be rappin' cappin' (cappin')
I thought you was rich, what happened? (what happened?)
More sticks in the trap, no lackin'
More shows too much
kicked jus like karate,
we named one bruce lie,
one slim kelly who issued too much quicker than luis rank and m belly,
yeah i escaped but theres
kicked jus like karate,
we named one bruce lie,
one slim kelly who issued too much quicker than luis rank and m belly,
yeah i escaped but theres
up like an asthmatic
That smoke too much
Dawg you like a K-9 cop, sniff coke too much
I'm like shootin
Up in a vein and my dick dope as fuck
My bars
in south side, and I hang with blood
I'm in south side, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pipe
Too much
Friday
(Y'all niggas doin' too much)
You know what I'm sayin'? Flat shit
(Y'all niggas doin’ too much wit’ it)
(This the this I be talkin' about)
(29 shit,
body banging
Shepe too much for my body shepe too much for We country
Owa owa owa owa owa owa owa owa
Follow you like zombie, zombie oh zombie oh oh
I got a lot on my mind, yeah
Cha Ching ahhh
I been thinking too much
I got a lot on my mind, yeah (On the beat that's Dj Dixon; the beat go dumb, go
(We know too much)
Cause the things I seen (We seen too much)
It was packed on the Ryker's bus
The tight cuffs is holdin' me shackled
The life
me I'm here
I'm done thinking about what happened
Whoa whoa
Tell me I'm here
I think I've got too much on my mind
Too much on my mind
Oh memoria
Bitch im juvie
Yea my lil nigga with a big gun
Doing drive bys in a old schoolie
That's you hoe
Yea she mine too
I done seen so much money my eyes blue
Nigga doin' too much ridin', they gon' hop some (hop some)
We the type of nigga pull up where your show at (where your show at)
You the type of nigga
get my DNA
If my gun ain't got my DNA
Having too much motion
To let that fuck shit get in the way
Having too much motion
To let that fuck shit be in
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
or seen what his loved one meant
To those who hoped it ain't go like this
We ask
Say How many prayers
Are too much?
How many things til you tough ?
Shit Out
Told her buckle up
Hit em with a flashbang stun
Got a 100 fucking kills
Don't make me run and gun
I'm counting too much cash hit a lick by the bunch
New Boyz
Aye, aye
I got way too many chicks
(New Boyz)
I got way too many chicks
Aye bruh, what up
(I got way too many chicks)
Damn
I got
I love myself just a little too much
That must be what all this ego does
I'm feeling myself just a little too much
That must be what all this ego
it done paid off (oh)
Shawty stayed down since day one (one)
Gotta keep her by my side like my Tommy gun
Put on my jewelry, baby, shine like the sun
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