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2 Much
by Hotboii
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All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it
Boom, boom, boom (yeah)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayy, VVS, you forgot to hit
Ayy, ayy, pass me that Belaire right there
I got too much goin' on
I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song
Walk through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own
I run with Ks, I'm just tryna make it home
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it
I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies
I don't need no motherfuckin' cosignin'
I get fly on my lonely with no co-pilots
Don't know 'bout it
I got all these bitches, I don't know 'bout them
I been wanted to quit, but I ain't throw the towel in (yeah)
Now look at the jit, now, I got million-dollar deals (yeah)
I won't air ball, swear I'm gon' hit 'em by the rim
I'm on Adderall, I fell in love with how it feel
Gotta keep the tool, I fell in love with how it drill (yeah)
Hot, cut the fan on, it's not a fire drill (ayy)
Hot, cut the fan on, could you show you how I live (ayy)
Hot, cut the fan on, could you show you how it feel
I don't cut the fan on, 'cause I ain't got no chill
You can't touch it like you Cosby 'cause you ain't got no bills (yeah)
Still had to leave that lil' ho in the rear
Do you remember I told all you niggas this my year?
Twenty-fifth, I'm out-rappin' these niggas like a gift
But still they ain't real, they don't feel how I feel
They don't feel how I feel
Oh-oh, they don't feel how I feel
I ain't even trippin' 'bout
Ayy, I'm tryna get a nigga killed
Ayy, but Lil Trap told me to chill
Ayy, I swear this rappin' is my gift, hobby
They don't want me chillin' in the lobby
I just want them Ms, I ain't lovin' on nobody
I got too much goin' on (too much)
I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song (talkin' 'bout pain)
Walk through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own (walk through the rain)
I run with Ks, I'm just tryna make it home (I run with Ks)
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it (his respect)
I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies (don't know these men)
I don't need no motherfuckin' cosignin' (don't need no co)
I get fly on my lonely with no co-pilots
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it
Boom, boom, boom (yeah)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayy, VVS, you forgot to hit
Ayy, ayy, pass me that Belaire right there
I got too much goin' on
I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song
Walk through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own
I run with Ks, I'm just tryna make it home
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it
I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies
I don't need no motherfuckin' cosignin'
I get fly on my lonely with no co-pilots
Don't know 'bout it
I got all these bitches, I don't know 'bout them
I been wanted to quit, but I ain't throw the towel in (yeah)
Now look at the jit, now, I got million-dollar deals (yeah)
I won't air ball, swear I'm gon' hit 'em by the rim
I'm on Adderall, I fell in love with how it feel
Gotta keep the tool, I fell in love with how it drill (yeah)
Hot, cut the fan on, it's not a fire drill (ayy)
Hot, cut the fan on, could you show you how I live (ayy)
Hot, cut the fan on, could you show you how it feel
I don't cut the fan on, 'cause I ain't got no chill
You can't touch it like you Cosby 'cause you ain't got no bills (yeah)
Still had to leave that lil' ho in the rear
Do you remember I told all you niggas this my year?
Twenty-fifth, I'm out-rappin' these niggas like a gift
But still they ain't real, they don't feel how I feel
They don't feel how I feel
Oh-oh, they don't feel how I feel
I ain't even trippin' 'bout
Ayy, I'm tryna get a nigga killed
Ayy, but Lil Trap told me to chill
Ayy, I swear this rappin' is my gift, hobby
They don't want me chillin' in the lobby
I just want them Ms, I ain't lovin' on nobody
I got too much goin' on (too much)
I'm talkin' 'bout pain, you can hear it in my song (talkin' 'bout pain)
Walk through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own (walk through the rain)
I run with Ks, I'm just tryna make it home (I run with Ks)
All 'bout his respect, we get you gone 'bout it (his respect)
I don't know these niggas, must be nobodies (don't know these men)
I don't need no motherfuckin' cosignin' (don't need no co)
I get fly on my lonely with no co-pilots
