TOO MUCH!! / Road Rage(G 65)

[Part I: TOO MUCH!!]

[Intro]
Hold up, hold up, hold up (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Yeat in this Tonka truck (In this Tonka truck)
I got so much guap, I can't get enough (I can't get enough)
Got a couple goons that'll beat you up (Beat yo' ass)
Had to let her go 'cause she talk too much (Blah)
I got rich too much (Whoa), boy, you bitch too much (Yeah, yeah)
Sippin' on this codeine 'cause I'm sip too much (Yeah)
I just focus on the bag, then I ran it up (Yeah)
If you tryna hang with me, boy, you outta luck (Outta luck)

[Verse 1]
Said my chopper got a beam, yeah, it got a laser (Grrt, bah)
Bitch, you know I'm on your ass, like I'm Terminator (Yeah, yeah)
And your bitch, yeah, she in love, I can't even date her (Yeah, yeah)
Drivin' in a fast car, like a speed racеr (It's lit)
I be pourin' fours and I popped a Percocеt (Yeah, whoa)
I came back and better, no li'l' bitch, I never left (Hell, nah)
If you talkin' shit, better say it with yo' chest (With yo' chest)
'Fore I grab the mop and clean-up on this fuckin' mess (Whoa)
Yuh, I said, "Road-rage" (Yeah), I said, "Road-rage" (Oh-whoa)
I said, "Road-rage" (Yeah), grab the big K (Yeah)
Let the shit spray (Yeah), all on your face (Whoa)
Grab the big drac' (Ha), bitch, you gotta gang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa

[Chorus]
I feel like I'm Yeat in this Tonka truck (In this Tonka truck)
I got so much guap, I can't get enough (I can't get enough)
Got a couple goons that'll beat you up (Beat yo' ass)
Had to let her go 'cause she talk too much (Blah)
I got rich too much (Whoa), boy, you bitch too much (Yeah, yeah)
Sippin' on this codeine 'cause I'm sip too much (Yeah)
I just focus on the bag, then I ran it up (Yeah)
If you tryna hang with me, boy, you outta luck (Outta luck)

[Verse 2]
Free my li'l' bro locked up in a cell, yeah, he facin' 10 (Free, yeah)
He mad 'cause I fucked up on his ho, bitch, come get yo' man (Yo' man)
Niggas wanna click it with the kid, but I can't do no friends (Yeah)
Keepin' the K strapped up on my shoulder like a Taliban
I just run a couple bucks, bitch, I made a couple bands (Yeah)
Got 'em with these big-ass sticks, slidin' and then spray the van (Yeah)
Slidin' in a Range Rover, bitch, it's not no Cullinan (Yeah)
Said you was on syrup, they know what you whippin' then (I said, "Real shit")
Said, "These niggas, they know shit, for real" (Yeah)
Said, "My brothers, they gon' shoot to kill" (Yeah)
Said, "My brothers, they gon' run a mil'" (Yeah)
Me and my niggas, yeah, we back, for real

[Segue]
Road-rage in this G 65
Road-rage in this G 65
And the windows suicide
I said, "Bitch nigga try, then he can die"

[Part II: Road Rage(G 65)]

[Intro]
Road-rage, road-rage, road-rage in the G 65
Road-rage, road-rage, posted in the G 65
Bitch nigga tryin', I ain't givin' him nothin' and he can die, uh

[Verse 3]
Road-rage in the G 65 (Yeah)
Nigga tryin', he can die (Oh-whoa)
Blast a mans, and get him fried (Yeah)
Lambo' doors, like butterfly
And the Rolls go suicide
We smoke gas like Jerry Pope (Yeah)
Pack up, take him to the sky (Whoa)
Just the way we livin' life (Oh, just the way we livin' life)
Two bad hoes, they look 'like
Brand-new Rollie, it gon' tick-tock (Yeah)
Niggas funny, talk like Chris Rock (Yeah)
My bro hoes is sellin' Rick Ross (Whoa)
Swingin' six's like some dreadlocks
Stay low-key, I feel like Mello
Bitch, water my neck, this brand-new Patek
Got racks on they ass, they all under it (Whoa)
Stack money and checks, then count 'em correct
Spent some in a week, then make it right back
I'm all off my set, I'm whippin' this shit
Your car go so slow, my car, it go fast
My Glock on my lap, I keep me a strap
Push-up on the kid, you off of the map (Grrt, bah)
Took an oxy' and a perc', bitch, I'm out my mind (Whoa)
And we wettin' up his block, yeah, we took out five
Call this shit a "homicide", bitch, we be on demon-time (Yeah)
Too many colored diamonds on my neck, I'm goin' colorblind
I just put the Lamb' on the road, bitch, we in hyper-drive (Yeah)
Go back to the crib, switch it out, and whip the G 65 (Yeah)

[Outro]
Pullin' up in the G 65
I said, "Skrrtin' off in the G 65"
Bitch nigga tryin', then he can die
Bitch nigga try, we took his life
Yeah, whoa-whoa
Uh, whoa-whoa