2 Much At 1 Time

Lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] (It's a Wayne beat) Okay Yeah Okay [Verse 1: YN Jay] Bitch suck my dick so good, she blew my socks off I ain't even gotta— get you knocked off Lil' bro just gurbed a fiend with some rock soft I can't bring D-Rich to the club, it's gon' pop off Lil' bro just— ahh I can't even say what lil' bro did, he still fightin' cases We been trappin' hard in the spot, it was not a vacant Bad bitch got regular clothes, but she not basic Get to throwin' bullets in this— Get to throwin' bullets in this bitch, but I'm not Megan Almost flipped on the highway, I gotta stop racin' Wrap a nigga up in the 'Woods, but I'm not Jason I just put a beam on my Glock, I am not Jason Gotta get rich right now, I am not waitin' When I switch up the audible, I am not fakin' Bitch ask me do I got a bitch, I am not taken Bitch ask me do I— I don't want one bitch, I want two hoes I'm double-booked, onе night, I got two shows Eight of Wock', two two-liters, I pour two fours I deletеd all my old bitches, I need new hoes [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] I can fuck my old bitch in these new clothes Seen Louie pay fifteen racks for two 'bows I can run a hundred racks up with no shoes on Take the iron and straighten a nigga out like school clothes Hustler, I just got ten 'bows of Gorilla Glue gone Wait 'til my next kit done, I'ma poop on 'em I ain't gotta shoot a gun no more, that's what school for The rap scene was fucked up, we score, it's through the loophole This don't smell like Morton Grove, what's this, new Wock'? At Gander Mountain buyin' a new chop to hit his oohwop Moved the dopehouse to the D, Flint got too hot At your ho house watchin' TV in some tube socks I ain't never shot a Ruger, bro, I only shoot Glocks Unc' ain't never bought a zip to sniff, he only ooh blocks This a .308— alright This a .308, hundred-round drum'll shoot up two blocks Mmm, at one time How the fuck I just shoot ten niggas with one nine? Just hit a line of soft for unc' to ooh, that's a punchline Real zazas from A1, not the Runtz kind [Verse 3: Louie Ray] I'll sell dime rocks big as point— Ahh, okay I'll sell dime rocks big as point-nines I gotta put shells in somebody if I point mines So many people on my dick that I pay no mind Ain't no way that I can trust somebody that play both sides Unemployment got you gettin' money for the first time Out the window with this bitch, get his shirt fried I'ma pull up where you at, call it curbside Niggas' morals out here low as fuck, but the syrup high I can weigh it just by lookin' at it, got a third eye Niggas tryna get they singles heard, but they— okay Niggas tryna get they singles heard, but I serve mine It's supposed to be you help your granny out, but I serve mine I just counted fifty thousand out for the third time You still out here tryna find a way, just hold your head high M-messy shit and gettin' money got my hands tied I learned n-not to trust a bitch because my mans tried I was fuckin' with the work but I advanced to the mic I'm up, I could blow your whole advance in a night I be havin' forty, fifty thousand on me on a flight I be lyin' to these hoes, actin' like the shit aight I can back chase and crack a whole case to pour Sprites I can back-break and beat down cat the whole night (Hah, yeah)