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Kap G - 2 Much lyrics

Artist: Kap G

album: 2 Much


Ain't no lacking can't go out like that
I just went matte black on the rarri with the fire to match
I had to let that bitch go
She was getting too attached
Posted up at the citgo
& We having stupid racks
They don't like me cuz I'm having it
I gotta keep a choppa in the cabinet
I know they telling I know they be ratting it
Stealing my flow now I gotta patek it
When it comes to these racks man I'm too passionate
Put that shit on
That shit like 50 I flooded my charm
I put my bitch in Louis Vuitton
Kap G el jefe they know I'm a don
Y'all ain't getting no money y'all just hating too much
He finessed you for the bag you paid too much
All the drip so loud ion say too much
She a bad bitch yea get away too much
Yea I hit it from the back say I play too much
All the old heads say I made too much
I got the rollie plain Jane & got the other AP bust
Y'all got too much time to be hating on us
Y'all do too much Lying y'all know y'all wanna be us
Got too much rollies
Got too much diamonds
Got too much racks
I got too much on me
I know they hate me say my head got big I guess I made too much
Keep your ears & eyes open shawty neva say too much
In the hood where shit get slimy you know that'll get you touched
Say I'm looking like the plug I got my neck & rollie bust
Told em chill they do too much
My youngins wild they love the rush
They keep it clutch but keep it hush
Keep it playa can't love no slut
If I'm a dog then she a mut
Don't get too comfortable you just a nut
Money stacking to the ceiling can't go back to what it was
Run that shit up from the floor
Stack it tall then get some more
Feel like 50 and the green light gang cuz all I know is go
Smash the pedal to the floor this choppa go fafafa
Turned that boi into a caveman introducted him to that fire
I got too much motion
But still got no emotions
This cup got too much potion
These diamonds wet like oceans
I'm having too much fun
Just flexin on these haters
I feel like Micheal Scott
I'm having too much paper (on god)
Y'all ain't getting no money y'all just hating too much
He finessed you for the bag you paid too much
All the drip so loud ion say too much
She a bad bitch yea get away too much
Yea I hit it from the back say I play too much
All the old heads say I made too much
I got the rollie plain Jane & got the other AP bust
Y'all got too much time to be hating on us
Y'all do too much Lying y'all know y'all wanna be us
Got too much rollies
Got too much diamonds
Got too much racks
I got too much on me
Got too much shit on me
Got too much shit on me
Ion fuck w no phonies
No them boys not my homies
Always aim at the glory
Hustle first in the morning
These bitches calling me they horny (yea)
Ain't got time for hoeing
Always strapped with a 40
I keep on going & going it won't stop yea
Ima make it to the top
Make it to the top
Remember my momma she telling me my boy you need to stop
You need to stop
You need to stop
(Remember my momma she telling me my boy
You need to stop)
Got too much shit on my head
I'm getting closer to that bag
Getting that ice on my neck

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