Do Too Much

Xhulooo, Onlybino!

Yeah, ayy yeah, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah (808iden on the beat) (Xhu on the mix) (Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy) I do too much and ain't get no respect That boy a newcomer and I am a vet Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met Ayy switching lanes in a red Corvette Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat Ayy i do too much and ain't get no respect That boy a newcomer and I am a vet Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met Ayy switching lanes in a red Corvette Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat Ayy Yeah, yeah, he wanted smoke Tell him bring out the gravy Shawty, I can't get my baby a Birkin How these niggas they some Now Or Later’s She wanna fuck on me, I'm living luxury Coupe black and yellow like That shit is bumblebee blow you away like Some motherfucking tumbleweed And I'm with your bitch rubbing All on her double-D's Yeah, yeah, yeah, she say I do too much Oh no one call to the gang, we all on go Wrist be on ice, that bitch on snow Been making plays, no pick and roll And you that nigga sold your soul, yeah I got a pocket rocket, finna blow Walk in the sun, they know My diamonds glowing, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm with my nigga Xhulooo, yeah, we bossing Fort to the Nite that's how a nigga flossing Fugazi diamonds, how much did it cost you? That nigga talking, put him in a coffin Play with my brother, know we finna off him These niggas copy, yeah, these niggas mocking And I took his baby now that shawty sucking I do too much and ain't get no respect That boy a newcomer and I am a vet Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met Ayy switching lanes in a red Corvette Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat Ayy i do too much and ain't get no respect That boy a newcomer and I am a vet Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met Ayy switching lanes in a red Corvette Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat Ayy He ain't a threat But this chopper chopping off his neck We leaving him dead And his mans just got hit a TEC I just got a bag So I'm finna cashout me a check I just got a Jag I pull off and I hope I don't wreck Up in the stars, constellation Watch got water, hydration I may call you bro, but there's no relation This chopper blow you back Like you was migrating, yeah Can't mess with you, you faking, yeah My foot on they neck, I'm breaking, yeah Can't get what I want, I'm taking, yeah Good cookup, look what I'm making, yeah Yeah, I got a Drac' on me Pockets fat like Josh When she see this money, she is gon' be like "Oh my gosh" and he don't got no real guns All them guns is props And when I pull up to they city They showing me love nonstop I do too much and ain't get no respect That boy a newcomer and I am a vet Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met Ayy switching lanes in a red Corvette Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat Ayy i do too much and ain't get no respect That boy a newcomer and I am a vet Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met Ayy switching lanes in a red Corvette Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat Ayy

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