Tew Much

[Chorus]
I tell a bitch, "Yield, you doing too much"
If it's really real ain't gotta prove it too much
Fuck how niggas feel, I'm trying to turn this shit up
I had to quarantine myself 'cause I was moving too much (woo)
Now bitch yield, you doing too much
Always hit my phone like I ain't doing enough (woo)
Always hit my phone like we ain't screwing enough
I'm trying to make a hundred mil' watch me run this shit up (yeah, uh)

[Verse 1]
It's Mr, Edgar Allen Poe up
Sipping brown like it Folgers
Always the one that's litty
But rarely the one that's to' up
Wake up beside a goddess
All My sunrises look gorgeous
Might dip before I eat breakfast
But bacon what I leave home for
It's for the hunger, not the taste (yup)
Want it, need it, ándale (ay)
Still I remember the days
I was afraid they'd never fuck with the team
Guess I'm never going back (back, back)
Now they want to be attached
Hitting my phone, acting like a nigga owe 'em
Before I hung up I told 'em

[Chorus]
I tell a bitch, "Yield, you doing too much"
If it's really real ain't gotta prove it too much
Fuck how niggas feel, I'm trying to turn this shit up
I had to quarantine myself 'cause I was moving too much
Now bitch yield (slow down), you doing too much
Always hit my phone like I ain't doing enough (woo)
Always hit my phone like we ain't screwing enough
I'm trying to make a hundred mil' watch me run this shit up

[Verse 2]
It's up, like Pixar, three, two, one, liftoff
Taxing what I'm packing like like I had to get a zip off
Shorty mad attractive but she acting like we involved
Stay honest with lil' mama
While she lying through her lip gloss
Rather chase what I can't see than be comfortable
Know your past is your past but some shit inexpugnable
So I dip right back to Cali where the weather is wonderful
Only rolling white boys call me token, non fungible
Brothers make some slight noise, thinking they indestructible
'Til I drop a couple records then they change where they coming from
Y'all dick hop like its double dutch
Nutty Buddy y'all fucking up
I be dolo that's solo and slow my place like I double cupped
Look, usually a brother doing too much
But from the way they show me love, thought I ain't doing enough
These bills ain't bout to pay themselves, I need more than I want
Now before they tell me how to feel

[Chorus]
I tell a bitch, "Yield, you doing too much"
If it's really real ain't gotta prove it too much
Fuck how niggas feel, I'm trying to turn this shit up
I had to quarantine myself 'cause I was moving too much
Now bitch yield, you doing too much
Always hit my phone like-

[Outro]
Yo, what's up, bro? I just landed, I'm back in the city, yeah, man
You know, niggas doing all that moving around, trying not to do too much
You know we be doing too much, you gotta chill, y'hear me
Slow down, but, dawg, I'm on the way to the studio right now just
Just got off this fucking plane, dawg, it was raining and shit
You know how the weather in New Orleans get
Lightning struck the fucking plane
I ain't know what the fuck was going on
But it's all good, man, we gon' get there in time, no problem
Things take time, word to Meek