"2Much" lyrics

"2Much"

Ayy Shayla, I'ma stay flexin' on niggas
'Cause a nigga hate to see you win, but a nigga love to see you lose
On God, like that's just how it go out here

My new jawn, she from oversea (Sea)
She like to smoke tree, ayy (Ayy)
Left her for the guap and for Allah, lil' baby leave (Baby leave)
What's up in yo' pockets? (Cheese)
My teeth stay on fleek (Bling)
I caught me a zip, then make it flip in that same week (I make it flip)

Like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck? (What the fuck, ayy, ayy, ayy)
My chains hang, they swang too much
My teeth clean, they clean, too clutch (They clean, too clutch)
Up that fye, man, I'ma clutch
'Cause these nigga talk too much (Too much)
If you don't wanna get touched (Wanna get touched)
Say "Lil' bro, shut the fuck up!" (Ayy)

What the fuck? Ain't no love (Ain't no love)
Give me top, I'm that guy (I'm that guy)
Don't be shy, know my toolie hot, but it's not hot right now (But it's not hot right now, said it's not hot right now)
It's all cool, my bro, he say "boy you flexin' with that tool" (Flexin' with that tool)
"What's the move? What you finna do? Is you finna shoot?" (Is you finna shoot? No!)
You-you-you ain't with that savage shit
I can't cuff no average bitch (No average bitch)
Poppin' niggas like cans and shit
We the mob, we the fucking clique (Hey)
Niggas switch like fucking flows (Like fucking flows)
Switch poles like fucking clothes
Switch hoes like "I don't know"
I keep that bitch with me because she on go (Ayy)

(Skrrt, skrrt) Rundown, rundown, rundown
(Skrrt, skrrt) Rundown, rundown (Rundown)
(Skrrt, skrrt) Rundown, rundown (We gon' rundown, rundown, yeah)
(Skrrt, skrrt) Rundown, rundown (We gon' rundown, rundown, yeah)
(Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, rundown, rundown (We gon' rundown, rundown, ayy)
(Skrrt, skrrt) Rundown, rundown (Ayy, ayy)
(Skrrt, skrrt) Rundown, rundown (We gon' rundown, ayy, ayy)
(Skrrt, skrrt) Rundown, rundown (Yeah)

My new jawn, she from oversea (Sea)
She like to smoke tree, ayy (Ayy)
Left her for the guap and for Allah, lil' baby leave (Baby leave)
What's up in yo' pockets? (Cheese)
My teeth stay on fleek (Bling)
I caught me a zip, then make it flip in that same week (I make it flip)

Like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)
What the fuck? (What the fuck, ayy, ayy, ayy)
My chains hang, they swang too much
My teeth clean, they clean, too clutch (They clean, too clutch)
Up that fye, man, I'ma clutch
'Cause these nigga talk too much (Too much)
If you don't wanna get touched (Wanna get touched)
Say "Lil' bro, shut the fuck up!" (Ayy)

Like what the fuck?