Rah Swish - Too Much (feat. Bizzy Banks) lyrics
Rahlique Devawn Wilks
[Rah Swish - Too Much feat. Bizzy Banks lyrics]
Nine shots in a Ruger i step on court
They like watch the fuckin shooter
(you niggas better structure the fuck up)
Them niggas talkin too much
I'm tryna off em too much
They said I be flossin too much
I be with bosses too much
Royce got a coffin too much
I get it often too much
She wanna pause shit too much
Them niggas frauding too much too much
Too much i get to spazzin too much
I'm with the action too much
I keep a ratchet too much
I be in traffic too much
Percocet habit's too much
I make it happen too much
I'm changing my name to too much
Glock got a beamer, ruler
I be with lifters, movers
Givin em thirty, Luka
Ready for war then suit up
I got a treesh she too much
I never eated school lunch
But she good with the kids, school bus
In and outta the state cause
I been moving hot
I might catch em and trip out to Cancun
Watch em twirl and drop
I don't know if the nigga got shot
Or he bussin a dance move
Make him wild out on woo i got the juice
She do her thing on the dance floor
No this ain't nothin new
You know the rules
Girl what you still got on pants for
Get money, top dollar the motivation
Got this bitch on her
Heels like she rollerblading
I'm outside every day, still got it on me
Moving like I don't got open cases
Baby you gotta dip ain't no overstaying
She get cab and get dick
But get no relations
Pull a scar when he bluffing, he poker facing
Last nigga got hit and wrote a statement
I gotta have it
I swear I'm feening to blast it
For any fuck niggas that chattin
Boy why you lackin
Bitch structure gang what I'm jackin
Fanny pack not for the fashion
Nigga I'm mackin big 38 in the jacket
That's what I pick for the action
If I yell out 'what's crackin'
Demon gon hop out and splash him
He sending bullets like madden
My niggas raising the murder rate
She get shot in her face if
She jack what he jackin
My niggas scorin like Golden State
I know that boy mad that we caught him lackin
We sent him right up the interface
Go search up my chargers you see what happen
We turnt that boy to a dinner plate
After I fuck her I gotta skate
I swear she told me I'm the best
She told me go deeper my foot on her neck
I'm pulling her hair through the sex
I nut in her mouth I can't make a mess
She heard a nigga up next
But I'm still in the
Hood finessin these checks
The opps know that I'm a threat
So they ducking that action ain't
Tryna be next like
They like watch the fuckin shooter
(you niggas better structure the fuck up)
Them niggas talkin too much
I'm tryna off em too much
They said I be flossin too much
I be with bosses too much
Royce got a coffin too much
I get it often too much
She wanna pause shit too much
Them niggas frauding too much too much
Too much i get to spazzin too much
I'm with the action too much
I keep a ratchet too much
I be in traffic too much
Percocet habit's too much
I make it happen too much
I'm changing my name to too much
Glock got a beamer, ruler
I be with lifters, movers
Givin em thirty, Luka
Ready for war then suit up
I got a treesh she too much
I never eated school lunch
But she good with the kids, school bus
In and outta the state cause
I been moving hot
I might catch em and trip out to Cancun
Watch em twirl and drop
I don't know if the nigga got shot
Or he bussin a dance move
Make him wild out on woo i got the juice
She do her thing on the dance floor
No this ain't nothin new
You know the rules
Girl what you still got on pants for
Get money, top dollar the motivation
Got this bitch on her
Heels like she rollerblading
I'm outside every day, still got it on me
Moving like I don't got open cases
Baby you gotta dip ain't no overstaying
She get cab and get dick
But get no relations
Pull a scar when he bluffing, he poker facing
Last nigga got hit and wrote a statement
I gotta have it
I swear I'm feening to blast it
For any fuck niggas that chattin
Boy why you lackin
Bitch structure gang what I'm jackin
Fanny pack not for the fashion
Nigga I'm mackin big 38 in the jacket
That's what I pick for the action
If I yell out 'what's crackin'
Demon gon hop out and splash him
He sending bullets like madden
My niggas raising the murder rate
She get shot in her face if
She jack what he jackin
My niggas scorin like Golden State
I know that boy mad that we caught him lackin
We sent him right up the interface
Go search up my chargers you see what happen
We turnt that boy to a dinner plate
After I fuck her I gotta skate
I swear she told me I'm the best
She told me go deeper my foot on her neck
I'm pulling her hair through the sex
I nut in her mouth I can't make a mess
She heard a nigga up next
But I'm still in the
Hood finessin these checks
The opps know that I'm a threat
So they ducking that action ain't
Tryna be next like