Correction Lyrics Too Much by Bizzy Banks

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Nine shots in a Ruger
I step on court, they like watch the f**kin shooter
( you n***as better structure the f**k up)

Them n***as talkin too much
I'm tryna off em too much
They said I be flossin too much
I be with bosses too much
Royce got a coffin too much
I get it often too much
She wanna pause sh*t too much
Them n***as frauding too much
Too much
Too much
I get to spazzin too much
I'm with the action too much
I keep a ratchet too much
I be in traffic too much
Percocet habits too much
I make it happen too much

I'm changing my name to too much
Glock got a beamer, ruler
I be with lifters, movers
Givin em thirty, Luka
Ready for war then suit up
I got a treesh she too much
I never eated school lunch
But she good with the kids, school bus
In and outta the state cause I been moving hot
I might catch em and trip out to Cancun
Watch em twirl and drop, I don't know if the n***a got shot
Or he bussin a dance move
Make him wild out on woo
I got the juice
She do her thing on the dance floor
No this ain't nothin new
You know the rules, girl what you still got on pants for
Get money, top dollar the motivation
Got this b*t*h on her heels like she rollerblading
I'm outside every day, still got it on me
Moving like I don't got open cases
Baby you gotta dip ain't no overstaying
She get cab and get d**k, but get no relations
Pull a scar when he bluffing, he poker facing
Last n***a got hit and wrote a statement

I gotta have it, I swear I'm feening to blast it
For any f**k n***as that chattin
Boy why you lackin
b*t*h watch the gang what I'm jackin
Fanny pack not for the fashion, n***a I'm mackin
Big 38 in the jacket, that's what I pick for the action
If I yell out 'what's crackin', demon gon hop out and splash him
He sending bullets like madden
My n***as raising the murder rate
She get shot in her face if she jack what he jackin
My n***as scorin like Golden State, I know that boy mad that we caught him lackin
We sent him right up the interface, go search up my chargers you see what happen
We turnt that boy to a dinner plate, after I f**k her I gotta skate
I swear she told me I'm the best, she told me go deeper my foot on her neck
I'm pulling her hair through the sex, I nut in her mouth I can't make a mess
She heard a n***a up next, but I'm still in the hood finessin these checks
The opps know that I'm a threat, so they ducking that action ain't tryna be next like

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