I'm Too Much

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I talk tough, I'm too damn rough I call your boyfriend's bluff You can't beat me, like Kobe come through in the clutch If you look out once or blink your eye, I'll pack two Shakin' baby syndrome, I got these rappers so shook My pops wasn't 'round, but least he gave me good looks Drop head Phantom, the top down, my rims up I got cash on me, a nigga stash for me So I don't need your weed, I got a line on tweed I got a plug on Ps, I got a plug on lean I got a Colt 15, I got an M16 I got a bullshit charge, that bitch that lied on me Tattoos on my face card cause I don't want no job [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I'm too much, I talk trash, bitches say I'm stuck up I don't give a damn, you got me fucked up Bitch can get past me cause she lucked up Let her have a baby by Wop, she lucked up I talk trash, bitches say I'm stuck up I don't give a damn, you got me fucked up Bitch can get past me cause she lucked up Let her have a baby by Wop, she lucked up [Verse 2: RiFF RAFF] Kush smells like root beer, my career just hit 5th gear Now I make you bitches, haters disappear I only made 4 million last year 30K a day, diamonds on display Ridin' in somethin' I can't pronounce Put a trampoline in my backyard Just to watch them titties bounce My rubies rocky and rounded You are at home, grounded I might install a Versace money counter Next to my codeine fountain They say all I talk about is money That's all that I think about I have no idea who you are My front yard has bodyguards RiFF! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I'm too much, I talk trash, bitches say I'm stuck up I don't give a damn, you got me fucked up Bitch can get past me cause she lucked up Let her have a baby by Wop, she lucked up I talk trash, bitches say I'm stuck up I don't give a damn, you got me fucked up Bitch can get past me cause she lucked up Let her have a baby by Wop, she lucked up