T-Wayne

"Too Easy"

[Intro]
What? Yeah
Ayy, ayy
What? Yeah
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]
f*ck a n*gga b*tch, have her walkin' off balance
I’m a dog ass n*gga, f*ck around, start growlin'
Big rocks on my chain, look like a lil' mountain
Rich n*gga with the drip, money on a water fountain
Give a f*ck about a hater, all this money I been countin’
I been smokin' on loud, all my weed steady shoutin'
You a friendly ass n*gga, stay the f*ck from around me
I don't wanna shake yo' hand, pus*y n*gga, you was doubtin'
I don't want the lil' b*tch, she was f*ckin’ too easy
Got a fresh bald head, got me feelin’ like Jeezy
I been getin' to the money, no time for the sleepin’
Keep a sick like a broom, f*ck around, let it sweep
Don't you got a boyfriend? f*ck it, b*tch, we can creep
Hit you in the livin' room while your boyfriend sleep
Got me gone off a pill, got me feelin' like screech
pus*y n*gga, stop flexin’ 'cause you way too weak (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lil' ass n*gga, you don't know me
You a snitch and you workin' with the police
Start finessin' on your b*tch, like Ro D
I Just spent about 20 on a Rollie
No more nice guy, that's the old me
I been gettin' to the money since 14
She gon' swallow everythin', that's protein
Shout out to them n*ggas doin' it before me

[Chorus]
Hoppin' out 'raris, hoppin' out coupes, hoppin' out Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out foreigns, hoppin' out ice, hoppin' out Givenchy (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out shooters, hoppin' out Reugers, hoppin' out vents (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out jets, hoppin' out flex, sh*t way too easy (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out 'raris, hoppin' out coupes, hoppin' out Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out foreign, hoppin' out ice, hoppin' out Givenchy (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out deep, hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out vents (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out jets, hoppin' out flex, way too easy (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Can't f*ck the lil' b*tch, she be talkin'
Bald head, stone cold, Steve Austin
Wrist drippin' like a brand new faucet
I just bought a mansion with a new office
Don't sleep too much, I'm exhausted
I be sippin' on lean, I be coughin'
Got a bad lil' b*tch, she flawless
She be suckin' on the di*k like she jawless
Ayy, these n*ggas steady hatin'
'Cause they see me makin' pape'
I be smokin' on loud, n*gga, this no vape
Got a bad lil' b*tch with a real nice shape
And my whole team eatin', everybody got a plate
I got them racks on me, my momma say that she proud of
All of them n*ggas was doubtin' me
Ain't got no boundaries
n*gga say he want a feature
I'm 'bout to charge like a battery
Tell 'em I'm back with this sh*t
I'm 'bout to take it
I ain't 'bout to ask for permissh
I can't respond to no diss
I'm 'bout to pull up, I'ma hop out with the stick
I got the drip, diamonds all over my wrist
These n*ggas cease to exist
Walkin' that sh*t, we do not talk all that sh*t
Young n*gga still in the mix

[Chorus]
Hoppin' out 'raris, hoppin' out coupes, hoppin' out Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out foreigns, hoppin' out ice, hoppin' out Givenchy (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out shooters, hoppin' out Reugers, hoppin' out vents (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out jets, hoppin' out flex, sh*t way too easy (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out 'raris, hoppin' out coupes, hoppin' out Bentleys (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out foreign, hoppin' out ice, hoppin' out Givenchy (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out deep, hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out vents (Yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out jets, hoppin' out flex, way too easy (Yeah, yeah)

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