Too Much (Randy Moss)

I done did too much

It be crazy how **** switch up and they don’t even shoot nun'

I was 16 with a Glock, I wasn’t booed up

I got a problem with **** that talk and don’t do nothing

No we ain’t spreading no rumors, switch on the Glock and a clip like a ruler

Heart has been cold like it’s stuck in a cooler, calling my phone I don’t think that I knew her

We on that hot shit

Cuz in the cut and his Drake got a chopstick

No you ain’t touching this Glock, boy this my shit

When it’s coming to Rich, you ain’t counting his pockets

I like moving solo

Pop me a perk and it's boosting my mojo

4 in a 20oz im moving slo-mo

Fuck all these ****, I ain't giving out promo

I put my all in this shit, if a **** try taking my spot then in knocking him off

We shipping shit out

But if he really come with a price then we dropping shit off

Catch me a play, I feel like Randy Moss

I just been doing the shit I was taught

It just be crazy how **** be claiming that they be the gang, I don't know what you thought

**** I came up

Hopped out the cut with a dream and a banger

DJ my dawg, he said fuck all the haters

Cause... them **** aint getting paper

Thinking he slick till we cut off his fingers

Thumbing more racks then the mayor

You gotta pay up

If You got something I want and I need it, I ain't finna wait up

He think he tough but he don't got a gun, so bro tryna poke em

Took his lil bitch and she claiming that she with the shit, she did everything that I told her

You coming home and you thinking that you finna clap but this mac hanging off of my shoulder

I'm walking up and I'm putting that bitch to his face if he move then I cut on the toaster

Gimmie ya shit if you thinking Lil Eazzyy a bitch then I'll send you right up to your shoulders ****

Chiraq yea it get a lil colder ****

I was hanging with the older ****

Unky taught me how to fold a ****

Lotta shit that I done told the **** but if I go tell him, he’ll roll a ****

Chop em up and then dispose of ****

OK

Lil bro tell me that it's a blitz and I tell em OK

Lil **** OK

We be out the way

You think you can stop me, lil **** no way, OK?

Yo momma said go be a kid, OK?

You talk you get hit in yo lid, OK?

Sleeze money the movement yo bitches be choosing

Don't call if it ain't bout the pape, OK?

I'm runnin this shit

This ain nun fake, OK?

To get what I want, Imma do what it take

The opps they still tryna keep up the pace

I'm fuckin her first, 'fore I go on a date

****

You tryna be in her face

If she cannot show me that she getting pape then she can get moved out the way, OK?

OK