Текст песни Lil Eazzyy - Too Eazzyy

[Intro]
(Banger, banger, banger)
(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
Yeah
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
Uh

[Chorus]
Foreigns, they come back to back like, "Eazzyy, how can you handle that?"
I made the best of my habitat and them bitch niggas still hating
I put VVs all in my bracelet
I got Benji all in my faces (Nigga)
Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me, they kinda testing my patience
Know we push the Scat or we Wraith'in
No, we do not ride nothing basic (At all)
Know that these bitches be foul and so flagrant (Flagrant)
No, I don’t do none of thе dating
I'd rather be posted right up with my niggas
That SIG in my hand, if hе runnin', I'm chasing (Brra)
Run to the bag, gotta chase it (Gone)
Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it (Gone)

[Verse 1]
Some of my niggas went federal (Federal)
Free all the kings, yeah, that's first on the schedule
Rapping got me on the pedestal
You can't come near me, you don't got a check or two
I fell in love with them bowls ’cause they mailable
Made me a Saudi off shipping ’em vegetables (Saudi)
This shit is medical
Police they come to the back of the vino, we fold, it's incredible
Doubled my salary, give me another deposit
We know that Eazzyy deserve it, I’m honest
Walk in the store, if I want it, I cop it
He was a rat in the picture, I cropped it (Rat)
Niggas they don't wanna go be into it 'cause they know that Eazzyy the smartest
Don't got to post on the ’Gram, I'm not giving know media, you better know you a target

[Chorus]
Foreigns, they come back to back like, "Eazzyy, how can you handle that?"
I made the best of my habitat and them bitch niggas still hating
I put VVs all in my bracelet
I got Benji all in my faces (Nigga)
Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me, they kinda testing my patience
Know we push the Scat or we Wraith'in
No, we do not ride nothing basic (At all)
Know that these bitches be foul and so flagrant (Flagrant)
No, I don't do none of the dating
I'd rather be posted right up with my niggas
That SIG in my hand, if he runnin', I'm chasing (Brra)
Run to the bag, gotta chase it (Gone)
Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it (Gone)

[Verse 2]
Out in Miami gettin' top in the water
Who do you know going farther?
Smoking on gas in a charter
Boy, you a lame and know nothing so why would even bother?
We get money, huh? (Huh)
Ain't no runnin', nah
Chopper make him double-dutch
Thirties, we be talkin', huh?
Oh, that's your bitch? She fuckin', huh? (She fuckin', huh?)
Gang be runnin' her (We runnin' her)
We don't knuckle up
You tweakin', G4 switch, he might just fuck him up (He done)
We brought our sticks up inside of the party
He twistin' 'em up and it's luggage
Straight off the demon, be buggin'
If he wanna do it, we spinnin' around it so fuck it

[Chorus]
Foreigns, they come back to back like, "Eazzyy, how can you handle that?"
I made the best of my habitat and them bitch niggas still hating
I put VVs all in my bracelet
I got Benji all in my faces (Nigga)
Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me, they kinda testing my patience
Know we push the Scat or we Wraith'in
No, we do not ride nothing basic (At all)
Know that these bitches be foul and so flagrant (Flagrant)
No, I don't do none of the dating
I'd rather be posted right up with my niggas
That SIG in my hand, if he runnin', I'm chasing (Brra)
Run to the bag, gotta chase it (Gone)
Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it (Gotta face it)

[Outro]
Dummy
Run to the bag, gotta chase it
Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it
Go