Guapdad 4000 — Doing Too Much
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DTB Beatshop
Yeah, ayy
Finnam, finnam
DTB is a fucking check
Ayy (Yeah, let’s go)
Hehe (It’s a check), mm, ayyShe ask why the Rolls Royce swervin’
Fucked in the backseat and nutted on the curtains
Bitcoin Batman, I trade with the Persians
Prada runners bloody like I’m playin’ with a virgin, huh
Nigga, I’m not trippin’ off no bitch
Talkin’ to HBO ’bout shows I’m tryna pitch
I don’t give a fuck ’bout your accomplishments, nerd
You SoundCloud’s trash and your fits worse, ayy
Covered in designer, you a ball of corn
The only thing I fear is a crown of thorns
But I can’t stop sinning, what I do to these women
They need to hang a nigga picture in the hall of porn
I don’t got no feelings if you mad that the bands ain’t peeling
Being broke make you sad, go change that feeling (Ayy)
I was trapping through a breakup, my heart was healing
I couldn’t have an account, so I started stealing
Shout out to my old thing, I know she hate me
Shout out to my new thing, she goin’ crazy
Settin’ all the trends people taking
I might crash tonight, I’m not breaking
I’m not sober so my
Mind’s not in a good place
I’m doin’ too much, I’m doin’ too much
I’m doin’ too much, I’m doin’ too much (Woah)Come and throw that ass, throw that booty
LV, my bitch slid for all this Louis
In the Prada store, I’m wearing Gucci
Got a hundred in the choppa, shoot a movie
Your best friend a rat and you a goofy
I’ma knock your bitch if she choosy
And I bet she eat this dick just like sushi
Hit it from the back, I make her wet, I make her juicy
If it’s me and Guapdad then it’s ’bout a bag
All these blues in my pocket got these niggas mad
I be talking money, I be talking cash
I’m Mike Tyson with this Glock, I ain’t throwing jabs
Hell no, we don’t finesse, we finnam shit
Heard niggas say I changed when them bands hit
Stop tryna cuff that thot, let your mans hit
Young rich nigga and my ex can’t stand it, bitch
Shout out to my old thing, I know she hate me
Shout out to my new thing, she goin’ crazy
Settin’ all the trends people taking
I might crash tonight, I’m not breaking
I’m not sober so my
Mind’s not in a good place
I’m doin’ too much, I’m doin’ too much
I’m doin’ too much, I’m doin’ too muchIf it’s me and Guapdad then it’s ’bout a bag
Shout out to my old girl, I know she hate me
And my new one going crazy
Settin’ all the trends people taking
I might crash tonight (Hey, I’m really rich)
They say I be doin’ too much, yeah
I’m not boring, sorry, I’m not regular
I think I be doing too much, yeah
Off that ‘gnac, this ain’t gin, ayy
Baby, what’s your pin? Ayy
Shout out to my old bitch, man, I bet she sick
Put the P in pneumonia, yeah, I’m silent but I hit
She would probably kill a bitch for this lil’ dicky-dick
Yeah, she left me for that white boy, she on Lil Dicky dick
I was doin’ too much, yeah
I’m not boring, sorry, I’m not regular
I think I be doin’ too much, yeah
Off that ‘gnac, this ain’t gin
Hold on, baby, what’s your pin?
