Too Ez Lyrics – VonOff1700

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[Intro]
Tryna slide, then, uh
Wanna catch you a body, then get in with us
Me and Backend finna slide, if you tryna, on bro
Yeah, uh-huh, I’m playing
Alright, come on, alright (Okay)

[Verse]
Me and Backend finna slide, if you tryna catch you a body, then get in with us (Get in with us)
You talking ’bout that s*it they saying, if you seen my bank account, you wouldn’t be giving a fu*k
Why n!ggas wanna play on the ‘net and speak on the gang like we ain’t no killers or something? (The fu*k?)
Right now, I’m fu*king an opp ho, after I’m done with the b!tch, I ain’t giving her nothing (Bye)

He took off and ran and got hit with a button (Come here)
We ain’t locked in, why the fu*k is you calling me brother? (The fu*k?)
Go put you a switch on the back of a 19X and that b!tch gon’ blow like butter (Frrt, frrt)
Hold it tight when you shoot ’cause that b!tch gon’ stutter (Stutter)
I got a Draco for a n!gga with muscles (His b!tch ass)
All he heard was, “Frrt, frrt, frrt,” the n!gga ran up tryna tussle (Damn)
Told lil’ bro, catch the right face, I’ma give him 10K, now he look at this s*it like a hustle (Now he on that)
Who want smoke with the gang? Let us know, we’ll turn us a n!gga to truffles (Turn him to weed)
Top been on my mind, I’m finna go see him, somebody give me a shovel (Dig his ass up)
Bounced out on him, soon as the shots went off, his b!tch ass dropped his Ruffles (Come here, come here, his b!tch ass)
Why do he keep on dissing? (Why?)
When the beef first got kicked off, he said he ain’t want no trouble (His b!tch ass)
Put a M up for all of my kids, when they come in this world, they ain’t gon’ know s*it ’bout a struggle (They not)
If you get in the field and you in the way, I’ma have big Jilla to truck you (You know that)
Just got booked for a pipe and you right back out (What the fu*k?), that’s weird, I cannot trust you (Fu*king rat)
Got so many shots in this car, when we bounce on a n!gga, make his ass do the Dlow shuffle (Damn)
You think I act bad with the blick, boy, this ain’t s*it, just wait ’til you see my uncle (They know that)
They keep on saying my name, ain’t s*it else to do, so fu*k it, let’s spin through the jungle (Spin that b!tch)
Pull out a million in cash and flex on they ass, it ain’t no more being humble (N!gga, I’m rich)
When we catch up to your ass, you better be fast, n!gga, don’t trip and don’t stumble (Come here, don’t fall)
We ain’t gotta shoot no more, he closing his eyes, he at the end of the tunnel (N!gga, you dead)
You kissing that b!tch in the mouth and going on dates and she let me nut on her frontal (The fu*k?)
I don’t got s*it for the b!tch, she’ll be lucky if I go and buy her McDonald’s
Okay, diss on the gang, he won’t make it through summer (He won’t)
Pull on they block and we let off a hundred (We let off, rrah, rrah)

We two cars deep, why the fu*k is he running? (Why the fu*k? Come here)
Gon’ get took down, doing all that stunting (His b!tch ass)
S*it got me mad, I lost lil’ brother ‘nem soon as I got my money
I’m sending the b!tch for the lo’, she gon’ get smoked, fu*k you thought? I am not no dummy
I’m tryna link up with the opps, tell ’em post they block, I’ma swing through they s*it like a monkey (I’m coming)
He was joking in interviews and then he died, now I don’t think s*it funny
He let shh die, he was right there with me (His b!tch ass)
I am the boss, don’t no n!gga run me (You know that)
My chain, don’t try to take that from me
We went together, how the fu*k you dump me? (B!tch)
Drop the lo’ right now, where you at? Come bump me (Come here, where you at?)
Got head-tapped, now his OG’s in the front seat (Damn)
You not a killer, you only got one B (B!tch ass)
S*it get wicked, we killed two n!ggas out one V (Out one)
Sneak diss me to a ho, that’s not P (That’s not)
Bullets was hitting his body, he was acting like, “Why me?” (Damn)
Fu*king his ho, got him crying like Tyrese (His b!tch ass)
I will never be broke again like YB
Ain’t got no pop, pouring Tris in the Hi-C
Giving n!ggas all headshots like an ID
B!tch, I really lay belt, come try m
ot tapped with the Drac’, now the n!gga hooked up to an IV