(Wake up, F1lthy)
F*ck you doin'? I told you to stop hangin' 'round here, opp a*s b*tch
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (Uh), never too much (Yeah, uh)
Never too much (Yeah, uh), never too much (Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Uh)
Never too much (What? Uh), never too much (What? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (What?)
I got some bags, yeah (B*tch)
I got some racks, yeah (B*tch)
I got some bags, yeah (B*tch, yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much (What?), yeah, never too much (What? Yeah)
She suckin' my d*ck (What?), she eat it for lunch (What? Uh)
Yeah, I hit it from the back (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (Slatt)
I'm beatin' it up (What?), yeah, I'm beatin' it up (What?)
I'm in love with them dr*gs (What?), yeah, I'm kissin' the cup (What?)
She in love with the t*ot (What?), yeah, I don't give no f*ck (What?)
I won't stress about a b*tch (What?), that's not my sl*t (What?)
These n****s beefin' over h*es (What?), so I keep it up (What?)
Even when I'm at my f*ckin' show (Bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (Yeah)
(What?)
Rockstar made (Oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
I f*ck that b*tch in the back seat
I f*ck that b*tch in a wagon (What?)
I f*ck that b*tch in the back seat (What?)
Now, that b*tch braggin' (What? Yeah)
Braggin' (What?), braggin' (What?), got the b*tch braggin' (Slatt)
Took the b*tch to L.A., now the b*tch braggin' (What? What? What? Yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I'm countin' caskets
I could make an opp disappear like magic (Yeah)
Send my n****s to your mama house, it get tragic (What?)
Standin' on the block right now (What?), I'm on the backstreet (What?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah, we taxin' (Yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (Yeah)
D*pe boys outside, n***a, yeah, we havin' (Yeah)
Got a bad b*tch, I don't believe in average, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What?)
Uh, never too much (Yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (Yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (Yeah?)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (What? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (What?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
(What?)
Rockstar made (What? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
Rockstar made (What? What?)
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