Too Much - Caskey

Bag up the zippy, I’m going hippy

The dope is so butter, it’s Jiffy

I got here quickly so now I’m gon' be here til 2050

So please don’t fuck with me, I’m high

The streets full of snakes

Gotta move through them swiftly

Most people are sheeps

And for that reason there, I am forever trippy

Back to work then I’m out the house

Counted out so many times, couldn’t count the doubt

Got two bad bitches giving mouth to mouth

I’m feeling like the hottest rapper ever out the South

Like Wayne, Trae, Pimp C, without the clout

I’ma serve the whole city, pull 'em out the drought

They never on, when they out, they out

They talking like what they 'bout, they 'bout

They really lost, they without the route

Always doing too much

Bitches in the city always tryna pursue us

I just poured a hunnid dollar lean inside of two cups

Fuck the other side, know somebody wanna shoot us

We don’t be with broke boys who ain’t ever knew us

We ain’t out beefing with the broke boys

I just pulled up in a Rolls Royce

Birdman gave me no choice

Smoke one, let these hoes rotate like the wheel

I’m so high, I ain’t ever coming down off the hill

I don’t touch the lean 'less I bust that bitch out the seal

I just fucked two hoes, I don’t give a fuck how they feel

Swear I never call too much

My homie on the pill doing too much

We at the trap house moving too much

Bitches on my phone always doing too much

Those who got the most to say never really do much

I swear they doing too much

Yeah, somebody run the city, I’m like, «Who us?»

When it come to the weed, to the money, to the pussy

I could never have too much

Left out the crib then came back in a Bentley

Bad bitches tempt me

Second I give in, she know I ain’t fucking her gently

Devilish smile, but got the voice of an angel

I don’t know who sent me

Looked in my closet

I’m thinking 'bout swapping all the shit I got for Givenchy

Live by the code, I’m da Vinci

Stay with the blade on me, think that I’m Kenshin

Pop me a shroom, now I’m jumping dimensions

Got these hoes all in my mentions, may be a mile from inches

Pouring up the Hennessy

I don’t need no one to tell me that’s the remedy

Some of these rappers really not who they pretend to be

Don’t need to meet 'em, feel it all in they energy

I can see the signs, man, it’s all in assembly

Hit the homie Plies and we draw on the enemy

I ain’t got the time, I’m tryin' to stall what is meant to be

Every time I drop it’s like the song of the century

Talking 'bout the greatest and you flawed not to mention me

Fuck it though, we ain’t out beefing with the broke boys

I’ma pull up in a Rolls Royce

Birdman gave me no choice

Black Sheep fucking 2

Yeah, we ain’t doing none of that fake shit no more

No more fake chains, no more fake rappers

No more fake money, fake relationships

Just us