[Intro: Xhulooo]

Yeah, ayy

Yeah, ayy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(808iden on the beat)

(Xhu on the mix)

(Pour that shit up, Trvpyyy)

[Chorus: Xhulooo]

I do too much and ain't get no respect

That boy a newcomer and I am a vet

Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met, ayy

Switching lanes in a red Corvette

Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet

Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat, ayy

I do too much and ain't get no respect

That boy a newcomer and I am a vet

Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met, ayy

Switching lanes in a red Corvette

Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet

Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat, ayy

[Verse 1: Onlybino]

Yeah, yeah, he wanted smoke, tell him bring out the gravy

Shawty, I can't get my baby a Birkin

How these niggas they some Now Or Later’s

She wanna fuck on me, I'm living luxury

Coupe black and yellow like that shit is bumblebee

Blow you away like some motherfucking tumbleweed

And I'm with your bitch rubbing all on her double-D's

Yeah, yeah, yeah, she say I do too much, oh no

One call to the gang, we all on go

Wrist be on ice, that bitch on snow

Been making plays, no pick and roll

And you that nigga sold your soul, yeah

I got a pocket rocket, finna blow

Walk in the sun, they know my diamonds glowing, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm with my nigga Xhulooo, yeah, we bossing

Fort to the Nite that's how a nigga flossing

Fugazi diamonds, how much did it cost you?

That nigga talking, put him in a coffin

Play with my brother, know we finna off him

These niggas copy, yeah, these niggas mocking

And I took his baby now that shawty sucking

[Chorus: Xhulooo]

I do too much and ain't get no respect

That boy a newcomer and I am a vet

Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met, ayy

Switching lanes in a red Corvette

Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet

Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat, ayy

I do too much and ain't get no respect

That boy a newcomer and I am a vet

Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met, ayy

Switching lanes in a red Corvette

Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet

Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat, ayy

[Verse 2: Xhulooo]

He ain't a threat

But this chopper chopping off his neck

We leaving him dead

And his mans just got hit a TEC

I just got a bag

So I'm finna cashout me a check

I just got a Jag

I pull off and I hope I don't wreck

Up in the stars, constellation

Watch got water, hydration

I may call you bro, but there's no relation

This chopper blow you back like you was migrating, yeah

Can't mess with you, you faking, yeah

My foot on they neck, I'm breaking, yeah

Can't get what I want, I'm taking, yeah

Good cookup, look what I'm making, yeah

Yeah, I got a Drac' on me, pockets fat like Josh

When she see this money, she is gon' be like, "Oh my gosh"

And he don't got no real guns, all them guns is props

And when I pull up to they city, they showing me love nonstop

[Chorus: Xhulooo]

I do too much and ain't get no respect

That boy a newcomer and I am a vet

Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met, ayy

Switching lanes in a red Corvette

Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet

Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat, ayy

I do too much and ain't get no respect

That boy a newcomer and I am a vet

Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met, ayy

Switching lanes in a red Corvette

Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet

Said he gon' kill me but he ain't a threat, ayy