​​too easy (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy
Different b*tch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pus*y, I don't call back so she won't think I need it

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
I gave my Rolls Royce some wings
Jewelry so damn cold, I could freeze
Ayy, first time I called Elliot, Gunna told me to spend two-fifty
Now my chain costs half a milli' and I'm plottin on a silly billi'
Made twenty-five million, I said mm-mm-mm-mm
Now all of these hoes f*ckin' me better, mm-mm-mm-mm
Shorty say she likе me 'cause she slidin' through thе trenches with me
Give her a million dollars worth of game like I'm Wallo and Gillie
Wheezy, Wunna, Pluto, Roddy, this sh*t way too easy
I put your b*tch in CC, Céline, Chanel, if need be
You n*ggas really actors, you should've been on TV
You talkin' like you turnt up, you n*ggas really TD

[Chorus: Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy
Different b*tch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pus*y, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper
Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you
Remember that pus*y from way back, playin', I paid 'em to pop him
Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper
This ain't that, what you lookin' at? And we done updated the roster
You can tell it's a rich n*gga posture
Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper
Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker
Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should've stopped you

[Chorus: Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy
Different b*tch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pus*y, I don't call back so she won't think I need it

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
I stick di*k deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic

[Verse 3: Future]
Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this sh*t too easy (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (Chop it up)
I got a different b*tch for different places, different seasons (I do)
b*tch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this sh*t too easy (Super)
I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando (Future)
I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em
I'm havin' pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate (What else?)
I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it (Pluto)
Can't put a presidential on a b*tch 'less she give a n*gga a ménage ('Nage)
That lil' IG b*tch ain't sh*t, f*cked her in the car (Car)
f*cked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (What up?)
Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car
[Chorus: Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this sh*t too easy
Different b*tch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pus*y, I don't call back so she won't think I need it

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
I stick di*k deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic