Li Rye, Gucci Mane - Too Many Lyrics

Li Rye
Guwop (New 1017)
New 1017
So Icy '26
1-0-1-7 Mafia (once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
So Icy Boyz
Brr

1017, So Icy Boyz, I think Wop got too many cars
I think I fucked too many broads, I know some niggas got shipped off to prison
On the first day they touched, they went right back to sellin' that hard
From the back, make her tongue out and screamin' for God
Your lil' partner got whacked and I heard that you saw
Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, ridin' 'round with extensions

I still ain't got no mind, I might spin out a foreign
Kicked her out, she was bad, but that ho' was too borin'
They be talkin' 'bout bodies, these niggas ain't scorin'
I hit six from the three, I feel like Robert Horry
All these niggas so funny, shut up, Martin Lawrence
Got a pint, 'fore I blinked, I was already pourin'
I get high like a eagle, feel like I be soarin'
Got a dick up inside of my Glock
I see the opps, so you know that we makin' it pour
Or we can shoot a lil' video
Just put my dick all up inside this lil' pretty ho'
Hate when hoes try to act bad, when they know that ain't nothin'
Bitch, stop tryna play, like you sadity, ho
Like you ain't let my brother them come through and hit it, ho'
I'm just tryna smash (let's go)
Turned up on they ass with a different flow (uh-huh)
Every week, I pop out with another ho (uh-huh)
Left it in there and played, like, "Damn" (like)
Shit, where the fuck did the rubber go?
Nigga die quick when they think about crankin' fours
My lil' brother turned up off of sellin' bowls
She pull up, get naked and touch her toes
An antisocial nigga, might not even leave out to go do a show
Ayy (ice), uh, big 1017 (ice)
I like them blue hundreds and pink fifties
But still in love with green
Still might go swipe for the team
Bought a Glock for my partner, it came with a built-in beam
Know it changed to see me on the scene
I'm on Adderall thirties, nigga, I don't pop no beams

1017, So Icy Boyz, I think Wop got too many cars
I think I fucked too many broads, I know some niggas got shipped off to prison
On the first day they touched, they went right back to sellin' that hard
From the back, make her tongue out and screamin' for God
Your lil' partner got whacked and I heard that you saw
Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, ridin' 'round with extensions (go)

Li Rye, he got plenty Glocks, Guwop got too many watches (Wop)
Photos, two-doors, hella options (photos)
Chopper on me, don't do the boxin'
Big rings on, like Liberace (brr)
Feds take pics, like paparazzi (ayy)
1-0-1-7 Illuminati
Call him Gucci, 'cause he beat the body (it's Gucci)
Miami mansion like Versace
Gucci shoes on, no Huarache
Put him on TV, hot shit, talk shit
Now they callin', tryna squash shit
Young nigga with me on OxyContin
He a real stepper, need Dr. Martens
She a cougar bitch with a bought ya body (damn)
Real big titties, like Dolly Parton (Bitch)
Droptop Rolls pulled to the party
Porta potty, shittin' on everybody
New Lambo', I'm goin', Scotty
Rich white boy with me and he on the molly (party)
Bro used to bring work on a dolly
Touch down, PJ, fuck a trolley (PJ)
Give me head, bitch, fuck the knowledge
Dropped out of high school, fuck your college (it's Gucci)

1017, So Icy Boyz, I think Wop got too many cars
I think I fucked too many broads, I know some niggas got shipped off to prison
On the first day they touched, they went right back to sellin' that hard
From the back, make her tongue out and screamin' for God
Your lil' partner got whacked and I heard that you saw
Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, ridin' 'round with extensions

Ridin' round with extensions on all of the Glocks
Don't get your shit rocked