Текст песни Too Many Doses - 1Quagen!*

Nigga don't be selling no work
Said I quit taking these pills
When my daughter grow up
Only time that I feel
Is when it's snow on the bluff
I know you not in that field
When it's time to bust
I know when we hit a drill, call Lil' Bill
All these niggas disappear
All that nagging in my ear
Talking bout' shit I don't wanna hear
Well, let's be clear
I don't bang the four, five, or the three
But best believe
My niggas get you touched any day of the week
Open season, he not breathing
On the ground, he stretched out leaking
Fuck the paramedics
He gon' need a God to retrieve em'
All that sneaking, all that dissing
Gone have yo' ass end up missing
When we come, we send a blitz in
If you run, I got ya' engine

I don't give a fuck how you feel
When me and jefę bend through traffic
Keep them weapons concealed
I'm with two bitches, it's a threesome
I don't do the third wheel
No seal, no deal
I step on rats just cuz' I like how they squeal
Pat down my pockets, where my pill?!
Ain't no white flags on that field
You can die up on that hill
Just say the word, we make it real
Steal the show just like Del Río
I ain't worried bout' a RICO
Going crazy, feel like CeeLo
Heard a knock, might be them people
5.56 and that bitch lethal

Send his ass up to the sky
He'll be flying with the eagles
Nigga tried to paint some charges
Til' that Fent hit with that needle

Boys they be slippin'
33 up in my glick, ain't talking Scottie Pippen
Off these percs bitch I get dizzy
And I'm sippin' too much drank
I pray I don't fuck up my kidneys
The AR P, left yo' brother in a wheelchair
7.62's in a AR P is real rare
I'm getting tired of these bitch ass niggas trolling
I do the crime, I do the time, bitch I ain't folding
Yo' brother died, all yo' guys, they was posting
My brother die, hop out that car while it's still rolling

I just bend the curb, can't a nigga ever catch me loafing
I just a popped 30
But no, I do not know the doses
I just say the word
Then my killas, they go hunting
I just say the word
Then I get right back to my dungeon
Niggas pussy, niggas bluffin,
They don't care bout' getting no money
Stunting all on IG but all that shit don't mean nothing
All auntie wanted was a dub of hard but I can front it
Pyrex on the kitchen counter
Got to make sure that you whip it
Y'all boys don't be smoking nun'
I can smell the midget
Half a ticket on his head
All I see is all the digits