Doing Too Much

DTB Beatshop Yeah, ayy Finam, finam DTB is a fucking check Ayy (yeah, let's go) Hehe (it's a check), mm, ayy She asked why the Rolls Royce swervin' Fucked in the backseat and nutted on the curtains Bitcoin Batman, I trade with the Persians Prada 'round this bloody like I'm playing with a virgin, huh Nigga, I'm not tripping off no bitch Talkin' to HBO 'bout shows I'm tryna pitch I don't give a fuck 'bout your accomplishments, nerd You SoundCloud's trash and your fits worse, ayy Covered in designer, you a ball of corn The only thing I fear is a crown of thorns But I can't stop sinning, what I do to these women They need to hang a nigga picture in a hall of porn I don't got no feelings if you mad that the bands ain't peeling Being broke make you sad, go change that feeling (ayy) I was trapping through a breakup, my heart was healing I couldn't have a count, so I start stealing Shout out to my old thing, I know she hate me Shout out to my new thing, she goin' crazy Settin' all the trends people taking I might crash tonight, I'm not breaking I'm not sober so my Mind's not in a good place I'm doing too much, I'm doing too much I'm doing too much, I'm doing too much (whoa) Come and throw that ass, throw that booty LV, my bitch sick of all this Louie In a Prada store, I'm wearing Gucci Got a hundred in the choppa, shoot a movie Your best friend a rat an' you a goofy I'ma knock your bitch if she choosy And I bet she eat this dick just like sushi Hit it from the back, I make her wet, I make her juicy If it's me and Guapdad then it's 'bout a bag All these blues in my pocket got these niggas mad I be talking money, I be talking cash I'm Mike Tyson with this Glock, I ain't throwing jabs Hell no, we don't finesse, we finam shit Heard niggas say I changed when them bands hit Stop tryna cuff that thot, let your mans hit Young rich nigga and my ex can't stand it, bitch Shout out to my old thing, I know she hate me Shout out to my new thing, she goin' crazy Settin' all the trends people taking I might crash tonight, I'm not breaking I'm not sober so my Mind's not in a good place I'm doing too much, I'm doing too much I'm doing too much, I'm doing too much If it's me and Guapdad then it's 'bout a bag Shout out to my old girl, I know she hate me And my new one going crazy Settin' all the trends people taking I might crash tonight (hey, I'm really rich) They say I be doin' too much, yeah I'm not boring, sorry, I'm not regular I think I be doing too much, yeah Off that 'gnac, this ain't gin, ayy Baby, what's your pin? Ayy Shout out to my old bitch, man, I bet she sick Put the P in pneumonia, yeah, I'm silent but I hit She would probably kill a bitch for this lil' dicky-dick Yeah, she left me for that white boy, she on Lil Dicky dick I was doing too much, yeah I'm not boring, sorry, I'm not regular I think I be doing too much, yeah Off that 'gnac, this ain't gin Hold on, baby, what's your pin?