Toomuchmates - Franzia Lyrics

(All of you little bitches wanna talk to me)
(Aye)
(Don't even look at me hoe)
(Aye don't even look at me hoe)
(Aye don't even look at me boy)
Aye, aye, aye
Franzia all of my shit slaps on these hoes
Always sunny down in Florida overcast all I smoke
3 mo' when I'm witcho bitch
Nah she don't wanna feel like this
Goddamn when I hit my dope
Don't talk about it wanna come and f*ck with me?
F*ck boy broke?
Going off the deep end
I'ma hold my breath for the weekend
She say it's not enough, wait
Then it been way too much, wait
I don't really wanna act up
F*ck boy tryna dap up
Wanna act tough better back up
Packed up, I don't have much
But I've got a feeling with the strapped up
Racks up f*cking with the bad luck
3 blunts make this shit hard to breathe
Ice in my arteries
Awe they wanna lick me like a lollipop
Young mates young carter 3 hoe
I tell that hoe on yo knees oh, oh, oh
Awe they wanna know
Where to go for the low for the blow
Wanna soak in my dope like ugh
All of my bitches very ugh
Always taking care of her
I'm a veterinary YUH
Yo bitch f*ck with the vet
F*ck with my set, boy you in debt
F*ck with the judge, under arrest
2K on my lawyer I show yo ass how to finesse
Geekin' like it's Comic-Con
Little brother maxed got his volley on
If you need a pack of the gas I'ma serve yo ass
Faster than Ramadan hoe
Gone keep that shit on the down low
Telling me whatchu been down for?
I tell that hoe that it's round .44
FUCK WITH ME, f*ck with me
Tell a bitch good luck with me
Hit it one time stuck to me
Living comfortably
Momma look at what you've done to me
No sun in me
I be sitting in the shade boy
Burning up behind these curtains
I could make a hundred dollar f*cking bill seem worthless
Telling me I'm looking at my life in third person
Like who the f*ck is this person
(I don't know this person anymore)
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Aye Franzia all of my shit slaps on these hoes bitch