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[Intro]
Ey
[Hook]
Too much fuckin' money, got em mad
Yea, grandma said that i'm livin' too fast, huh
Yea, broke boys talkin' down, but i won't crash (but i won't crash)
Yea, bitch i ran it up and now i'm set (yea, now i'm set)
Yea, i get check, after check (check) bitch i'm blessed, uh (check)
Yea, bitch, i flex and i flex, imma mess, huh
Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a-laces
I'm smokin' Cali best and i'm sippin' Texas, huh
[Bridge]
Take a look around, tell me who the freshest
These waters make you drown, i just left from [?]
Tell em, sit down, they can't stand a chance with me
Tell em, sit down, they can't stand a chance with me
[Verse 1]
Yea, everywhere i go, i got them rounds with me
(everywhere i go, go)
Yea, fifteen years, always sixteen ounces with me
(fifteen years old, old)
Yea, Glock seventeen, eighteen coffins i need (on gawd)
Yea, ran it up nineteen, so twenty went by sublime
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"2 Much" is a song by Key Glock, released in 2020. The song was written by Key Glock.
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Key Glock →Yea, now i'm 21, bitch, i got dumb, dumb money, yuh (dumb)
You think i turned up, now you ain't seen nothin' (what)
Yeah, you know how i'm commin', yea
Yea, you know how i'm bummin', uh (Glizzock)
Lil nigga, big money, you a big bummy
Cuz i got
[Hook]
Too much fuckin' money, got em mad
Yea, grandma said that i'm livin' too fast, huh
Yea, broke boys talkin' down, but i won't crash (but i won't crash)
Yea, bitch i ran it up and now i'm set (yea, now i'm set)
Yea, i get check, after check (check) bitch i'm blessed, uh (check)
Yea, bitch, i flex and i flex, imma mess, huh
Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a-laces
I'm smokin' cannabis and i'm sippin' texas, huh
[Verse 2]
Imma king, lil nigga, you a peasant (a peasant)
If you think this shit is sweet, come and test me (come and test me)
Yea, you know since sixteen, i been reckless, ya (i've been reckless)
White gold, white hoes, ey, i'm fantastic (i'm fantastic)
Livin' lavish (yah), on dat bitch (on dat bitch, mayne)
I'm so rich (i'm so rich, mayne), i'm so lit, ye (i'm so lit, mayne)
Uh, Glock, what you doin', i'm doin' this shit (i'm doin' this shit, mayne)
Yea, i got big shit poppin', later bitch (later bitch)
Same lil nigga, [?]
Mobbin' wit the sticks, bought a pistol, that shoot ten, yuhh
Chillin' with some heavy set, but i make a sin
My dawg in the pits say, he still see me growin'
[Hook]
Too much fuckin' money, got em mad
Yea, grandma said that i'm livin' too fast, huh
Yea, broke boys talkin' down, but i won't crash (but i won't crash)
Yea, bitch i ran it up and now i'm set (yea, now i'm set)
Yea, i get check, after check (check) bitch i'm blessed, uh (check)
Yea, bitch, i flex and i flex, imma mess, huh
Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a-laces
I'm smokin' Cali best and i'm sippin' Texas, huh
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