2much! ft. BTG Marcus & Li 2x Lyrics

And they like, "TK, you be doin' too much"

Hop out with that blick, I pop him in his gut

Now my phone on DND, she callin' too much

Like the fourth of July, bruh, I'm lightin' it up

Shawty told me I'm freaky, I'm grabbin' her butt

And she runnin' her mouth but I don't give no fuck

And I told you to go get it straight from the plug

I pull out my cock, you gone suck it or what?

I block that lil' girl now that girl not my problem

Hoppin' out, spray his ass with a whole lotta choppas

That choppa gone leave that boy singin' like opera

Bullets fuckin' him up, he get sent to the doctor

I don't care 'bout these labels, don't care 'bout no offer

It's me and Nani, we be steppin' with Marcus

I be breakin' her heart, told her that I am heartless

And you say you got bands but you stay in apartments (let's go)

And we makin' a movie, no Brad Pitt

And I said, "I don't want it, you can have that shit"

That nigga look dumb, I hop out with that blick

And we spinnin' the block, better hide your kids

Every time that I hop on a beat, I don't miss

And I'm not even writing it down, I just spit

Put a X on his head and he finna get hit

Just pass me the lighter, I'm lightin' a spliff

Yeah, this choppa play soccer because it got kick

Shawty loving my sauce, I put it on her lip

And she probably gone catch me ridin' with a stick

And that boy tried to run, that choppa get him quick

Like a turkey, she suckin' and she gobble it

And she thought I was stupid, caught her in the mix

Like a beat box, yeah, this choppa finna spit

And she can't hold it all, she only got the tip

Aye, woah, I'm runnin' with sticks

Rockstar shit, boy, I feel like I'm Kiss

When I up with that beam, boy, you know I don't miss

Got a Glock with a dick and it's takin' a piss

And it's BTG on the beat, I don't miss

And this song gone hit like I'm throwin' a fist

Aye, song gone hit like a bell

If you playin' with me I'ma send you to Hell

Aye, I'm tired of rappin' right now, hold up, sike, I lied

I got your bitch in the bed and I'm givin' her pipe

If you speakin' on me, boy, you gone die tonight

And I'm throwin' this fist, put him out like a light

I'ma run up a bag in a night

Sike, I'ma run up a bag in a day

Catch a opp broad day and I'm gone make him lay

I'ma slide like a playground but bitch I don't play

Got a Glock-26 with a dick and it's gay

I'ma hop on the beat and run Tay, add a K

Catch a opp at the store, might throw my life away

These niggas be bitches, don't know what to say

These niggas be bitches, hop out with K

Hop on a beat, get to snappin' like Quay

And they like, "TK, you be doin' too much"

Hop out with that blick, I pop him in his gut

Now my phone on DND, she callin' too much

Like the fourth of July, bruh, I'm lightin' it up

Shawty told me I'm freaky, I'm grabbin' her butt

And she runnin' her mouth but I don't give no fuck

And I told you to go get it straight from the plug

I pull out my cock, you gone suck it or what?

I block that lil' girl now that girl not my problem

Hoppin' out, spray his ass with a whole lotta choppas

That choppa gone leave that boy singin' like opera

Bullets fuckin' him up, he get sent to the doctor

I don't care 'bout these labels, don't care 'bout no offer

It's me and Nani, we be steppin' with Marcus

I be breakin' her heart, told her that I am heartless

And you say you got bands but you stay in apartments (let's go)

And we makin' a movie, no Brad Pitt

And I said, "I don't want it, you can have that shit"

That nigga look dumb, I hop out with that blick

And we spinnin' the block, better hide your kids

Every time that I hop on a beat, I don't miss

And I'm not even writin' it down, I just spit

Put a X on his head and he finna get hit

Just pass me the lighter, I'm lightin' a s

Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon

Though its the end of the world

Don't blame yourself now

And if its true

I will surround you and give life to a world

That's our own