Too Much - FR

Whoo
Naw FR
TooMuch
Ain't passing the ball I'ma hog it
Shit on these niggas like toilets
Water on me like a faucet
Designer in all of my closets Move in these streets I be Cautious
Percs in my body I'm nauseous
Couldn't walk a mile in my forces
I ran through Atlanta like horses
I came from Atlanta I moved with that hammer
You know that them youngns going to kill
Better watch your manner they do not want anna
I know that these niggas going to Squeal
The business I handle I didn't need no manager
I did all this shit with no deal
I ran up my standards ain't running from cameras
You can look at my eyes I'm FR
I came from Atlanta (Atlanta)
Used to rock them bandanas (Bandanas)
We upping our standards (Out standards)
We upping our grammar(Our grammar)
I'm for real about this shit I'll kill about this shit
Cut off his arm quarter mill on his wrist
Don't care about a charm I was born to get rich
TooMuch a don I was born in this shit
Jump in the game and I caught on real quick
Been had a name and I've been in a mix
But I was gone doing a bid
I'm back in my zone up on my shit
Rep Herndon Home I throw up the fifth
Hey Jone you wasn't in the bricks
Been in the mix since I jumped off the fence
I was just robbing and Hotboxin shit
Now I got options which car I'mma pick
Spill like a faucet my jewelry on 10
Surrounded by bosses I know I'm gonna win
I gotta move cautious I just left the pen
Percs got me nauseous my head it keeps spinning
Took all my losses so I can keep winning
Know what it's costing design my linen
ForReal about my pimpin don't get in your feelings
Ain't passing the ball I'ma hog it
Shit on these niggas like toilets
Water on me like a faucet Designer in all of my closets
Move in these streets I be Cautious
Percs in my body I'm nauseous Couldn't walk a mile in my forces
I ran through Atlanta like horses
I came from Atlanta I moved with that hammer
You know that them youngns is going to Kill
Better watch your manner they do not want anna
I know that these niggas going to Squeal
The business I handle I didn't need no manager
I did all this shit with no deal
I ran up my standards ain't running from cameras
You can look at my eyes I'm FR
You can look in my eyes I'm for real
I know that these niggas going to squeal
Sit back and pop me a pill
Got your hoe all on the Lyft Been patient too long
I don't really care about a deal
Trapping it out for a mill
Trying to get off of these pills
And I got motion on exotic Nigga hating on me cuz I'm Popping
Know that I'm for real I don't give a fuck about how they feel
Flipping bags on the Lear Lil Playa make them disappear
Now we're out of here shit on niggas like manure
Ain't passing the ball I'ma hog it
Shit on these niggas like toilets
Water on me like a faucet
Designer and all of my closets Move in these streets I be cautious
Percs in my body I'm nauseous Couldn't walk a mile in my forces
I ran through Atlanta like horses
I came from Atlanta I moved with that hammer
You know that them youngns is going to Kill
Better watch your manner they do not want anna
I know that these nigga going to squeal
The business I handle I didn't need no manager
I did all this shit with no deal
I ran up my standards ain't running from cameras
You can look at my eyes I'm FR
I came from Atlanta (Atlanta)
Used to rockin bandanas (Bandanas)
We upping our standards (Our standards)
We upping our grammar (Our grammar)
I'm for real about this shit I'll kill about this shit
Cut off his arm quarter mill on his wrist

Written by:
Antonio Heard

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