Doin Too Much

They said my shit go dumb ion do it enough 

These bitches passing out drugs like who wanna bump 

And I remember back when who was giving a fuck 

They like Woe you gotta chill, you be doing too much

I guess if I don't wake up it was meant to be 

See you is not that guy you pretend to be 

I been fucked in the head like, mentally 

There's a reason I forget what you said to me 

This for all the fake hoes yall slept on me 

I got smoke for anybody tryna step on me 

This shit not long enough can you extend the beat 

Bitch, I could break yo heart wit a mp3 

Ain't no telling what he's got in his tackle box 

Ain't no telling what he's got in his tackle box 

You know I got a sweet spot for a ratchet thot 

I get on the beat and I could run a fucking marathon 

I could really give a broke bitch sum to brag about 

I could give you hating muh fuckas some to rap about 

If we go to war ain't no stopping, we gon drag it out 

I brought her back to the crib had her tapping out 

Birthdays was the worst days

Still sippin faygo when I'm parched bitch 

I be spitting facts from the heart, bitch 

It won't be no shit, If you don't start shit 

Im really locked in with the market

Zaza smelling like an arm pit 

Why the shit you smoking smell like garbage 

I am more than a artist 

Woe there working on his excellence 

I ain't got no time to make a extra friend

Shawty spend the night, but then you gotta dip

It ain't nothing bout me that is permanent 

But my intelligence, I just murder shit 

I wouldn't touch the bit that you was lurking with 

They always tryna figure out who I'm working with 

And lil bitch, we could never make it work again