i got too many kids

[Intro]
(Where you at [?]?)
Yeah

[Verse]
Ain't about money, then miss me huh
Big Glock, I'm always got a big beam
Too many hoes all on my body, body, body, they all tryna pick me, huh
She thinking that she the one, I got about a dozen other hoes to fix me uh
She thinking that she the one, I got about a dozen other hoes to lick me- ah, fuck
(Pow pow pow!)
That's the sound of the chop'
I got some shooters, it's ding dong ditch
They running up on you, play around with a knock
Money on your head it's- it's money on your head. You playing around my clock
You asking me how much I make it's a lot, like how much I spend on my wrist, I forgot

Yeah (Okay, okay)
I got this bitch on me choking on mortal words
Get your bumass out my DM's, ain't running here, [?] your mouth if you can't afford a verse
I've been digging down this biggie, trying to dick shit up on me, that ain't nothing, that's more than third
"Sora said he's better than me, it made me sad", make sure you quote it first
Yeah, I give a fuck about y'all, I'm puffing on za
You take her on dates, I been hitting it raw
Got my Matrix up, been on the top
And my bitch brother [?], she got 50,000 in her raw
Damn, I guess her rack's hella big
I ain't licking more, y'all be passing around mid
And I also don't like how you acting around kids, like what?
You nosy and messy as fuck, I can't talk about shit (Yeah, go, go)
Y'all turn around and start doing the same shit I did (Yeah, go, go)
Throw y'all to the heat, I'm [?], she got too many kids (Uh-huh, yeah, go, go)
It's getting hard to keep track of everybody that's on my dick, like fuck (Grrrah!)