Too Many

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Li Rye] Li Rye, Guwop New 1017 New 1017 So Icy 26 1017 Mafia (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) So Icy Boyz, brr [Chorus: Li Rye] 1017, So Icy Boyz, I think Wop got too many cars I think I fucked too many broads, I know some niggas got shipped off the prison On the first day they touched, they went right back to sellin' that hard From the back, make her tongue out and screamin' for God Your lil' partner got whacked and I heard that you soft Bitch, I reap from the trenches, ridin' 'round with extensions [Verse 1: Li Rye] I still ain't got no mind, I might spin out a foreign Kicked her out, she was bad, but that ho was too borin' They be talkin' 'bout bodies, these niggas ain't scorin' I hit six from the three, I feel like Robert Horry All these niggas so funny, shut up, Martin Lawrence Got a pint, 'fore I blinked, I was already pourin' I get high like a eagle, feel like I be soarin' Got a dick up inside of my Glock I see the opps, so you know that we makin' a puddle Oh, we can shoot a lil' video Just put my dick all up inside this lil' pretty ho Hate the ho tryna act bad when they know that ain't nothin' Bitch, stop tryna play, like you saditty, ho Like you like my brother, he'll come through and hit it, ho I'm just tryna smash (Let's go) Turned up on they ass with a different flow (Uh-huh) Every week, I pop out with another ho (Uh-huh) Left it in there and play it like, "Damn" (Like) Shit, where the fuck did the rubber go? Nigga die quick when they think about crackin' fours My lil' brother turned up off of sellin' 'bows She pull up, get naked and touch her toes An antisocial nigga, but not evenly violent, go do a show Ayy (Ice), uh, big 1017 (Ice) I like them blue hundreds and pink fifties, but still in love with green Still might go swipe for the team Bought a Glock for my partner, it came with a built-in beam Know it changed to see me on the scene I'm on Adderall, thirties, nigga, I don't pop no beams [Chorus: Li Rye & Gucci Mane] 1017, So Icy Boyz, I think Wop got too many cars I think I fucked too many broads, I know some niggas got shipped off the prison On the first day they touched, they went right back to sellin' that hard From the back, make her tongue out and screamin' for God Your lil' partner got whacked and I heard that you soft Bitch, I reap from the trenches, ridin' 'round with extensions (Go) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Li Rye, he got plenty Glocks, Guwop got too many watches (Wop) Four-doors, two-doors, hella opps (Four-doors), chopper on me, don't do the boxin' Big rings on, like Liberace (Brr), bitch take pics, like paparazzi (Ayy) 1017 Illuminati, call him Gucci, 'cause he beat the body (It's Gucci) My new mansion like Versace, Gucci shoes on, no Huarache Put him on TV, Hoshitoshi, now they callin', tryna squash shit Young nigga with me on oxycodon, he a real stepper, need Dr. Martins She a cougar bitch with hibachi body (Damn) Real big titties like Dolly Parton (Bitch) Droptop Rolls pulled to the party Porta potty, shittin' on everybody (Pfft) New Lambo', I'm goin', Skyler Rich white boy with me and he on the molly (Party) Blow just to brain, work on the dialect Touch down, PJ, fuck a trolley (PJ) Give me head, bitch, fuck the knowledge Trap five to high school, fuck your college (It's Gucci) [Chorus: Li Rye] 1017, So Icy Boyz, I think Wop got too many cars I think I fucked too many broads, I know some niggas got shipped off the prison On the first day they touched, they went right back to sellin' that hard From the back, make her tongue out and screamin' for God Your lil' partner got whacked and I heard that you soft Bitch, I reap from the trenches, ridin' 'round with extensions [Outro: Li Rye] Ridin' round with extensions on all of the Glocks Don't get your shit rocked